All The Way Down.
Holly stood inside what was meant to be CIA HQ. To her it looked just like a normal office, perhaps a little bit shinier. She found it odd that the CIA didn't even try to disguise them selves. The front door even had a sign that said 'Headquarters – CIA, private property' How obvious could you get?
Holly's insides were spinning. She tried to go over what had happened that day.
A phone call. Holly had spoken to a Mr. Fletcher – Fletch for short – who had introduced himself as head of the junior division of CIA. Fletch had said they needed her. That they had something to talk to her about. Then her father had gone missing. And she'd found a dead crow at her front door. Not the nicest thing to run into on a Sunday afternoon. She had a feeling that somehow this was all linked...
A man walked towards her, he was wearing jeans and aviators with spiky black hair and tanned skin. He looked more like Tom Cruise than a secret agent of any kind.
"Hi, I'm Fletch … We spoke on the phone?"
Holly was stunned for a second. 'Fletch' was not what she was expecting. His voice sounded old but he looked young, in his early 20's maybe?
She managed to nod.
"Brilliant, this way please, we have some things to discuss."
He led the way to a smaller room, with only a desk and a sofa in it. There was a woman sitting behind the desk, tapping the keys on the smallest Laptop Holly had ever seen. There was also a boy. About her age, with curly brown hair and boyish blue eyes.
"Hollow, this is Mrs. Amstell. And your partner Daniel."
"My partner?" Holly asked looking again at the boy, 'Daniel'.
"Yeah," Daniel spoke is a thick northern accent. "And I'm not exactly jumping for joy either, love."
Charming!
"Be nice Danny, we've spoken about this before. We need two kids at the camp. A boy and a girl. Hollow is here to help you."
Holly winced at the sound of her full name.
"The name's Holly actually, and what am I helping him with anyway?"
"Nothing!" Danny shouted indignantly. And turned to leave the building.
"He'll come around soon enough." Mrs. Amstell said reassuringly. "Right now though, we have some gadgets for you."
"Philips is waiting upstairs for you. Floor 9 ¾, the elevator's just at the end of the corridor – last one on the left." Fletch offered.
Holly nodded and started to make her way out of the room, in the direction that they pointed her.
It wasn't until she'd reached the elevator that she realized something odd. Floor
9 ¾? It sounded like something out of a Harry Potter novel. She pressed the call bell and waited. She decided that Fletch and Mrs. Amstell were nuts.
She looked between buttons 9 and 10. And noticed nothing odd … except there was an odd marking a little way underneath the 10. It looked like a fraction. She reached out to touch it and the second her fingers came in contact with the shiny metal the elevator started to shake…
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