Artemis woke up slowly, his icy eyes flickering. Memories of the day before filled his head nd suddenly he was wide awake. He had been drugged! But how? In the tea, of course, how could he have been so stupid!
Artemis mentally slapped himself with his eyes tightly shut. The only question was, where was he?
Artemis listened out for sounds, just like Butler had told him to if he was in a situation like this. When all he got was silence, Artemis steadily opened his eyes.
What he saw shocked him. The young boy was lying underneath a white duvet on what seemed like an expensive double bed . The room was huge and had stark white walls.
"I think white is the main theme here." He whispered to himself.
He extracted himself from under the thick duvet with a bit of effort, but he realized he was naked and dove straight back under as the cold air shocked his senses.
"D'Arvit!" He almost yelled. The fairy communicator disguised as a ring was gone from his middle finger. Artemis scrambled round the white sheets before he realized that, if whoever brought him here had taken his clothes then they would obviously have taken the ring as well.
"Don't worry" Artemis reassured himself. "They won't know anything."
The juvenile genius looked around the white room, stretching. A cardboard box was sitting on the table next to the bed. The clothes inside were definitely not to Artemis's taste, but seeing as he had nothing else to wear he gingerly pulled the fresh garments onto his body.
The t-shirt was bright orange, too orange for Artemis's liking, and printed in the middle was the picture of a baby standing on a globe, just above Europe and both Americas. The word C.H.E.R.U.B was printed around the globe in bold lettering.
"Hmmm, cherub?" Questioned Artemis, rolling the word around his tongue, the name sounded familiar to him.
"Cherub. Cherub. Cherub. Where have I heard that name before?" Artemis scratched his head.
"Of course!" He blurted, to nobody in particular. C.H.E.R.U.B. Charles Henderson Espionage Research Unit B. He had investigated them briefly during one of his internet trawls. It was a secret service for kids, so secret that even Artemis had a hard time trying to get information. He knew that it had been founded by Charles Henderson during World War 2, but that was all. And that didn't help the fact that Artemis still had no idea where he was.
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Outside the room was a corridor, Artemis searched the walls for any sign pointing to where he should go, but he found nothing. Of course there wont be any signs,Artemis to told himself, this is a secure facility, everyone inside knows where to go.
An adult appeared at the end of the corridor, followed by a teenager, both were wearing t-shirts similar to Artemis's, but the adult's was white instead of orange and the teenager's t-shirt was grey.
"Excuse me" Artemis asked the strange couple. "I was wondering if you knew where i should go."
"Sorry, can't talk to orange" was the reply, the adult winked at him, pointing towards the lift at the opposite end of the corridor he had just come from. Artemis nodded his thanks and hurried of in that direction. The lift was confusing, there was so many buttons and Artemis hadn't been told which floor to get off at. He decided to get start at the ground floor, maybe there would be an information desk, or at least some people who didn't just say "Can't talk to orange". Artemis looked at his t-shirt, maybe the orange colour was a message, telling people that he wasn't from round here. The lift beeped and Artemis stepped out.
There was a reception after all, Artemis mentally praised himself and walked up to the desk. He cleared his throat noisily and the receptionist looked up from her magazine.
"Good Morning Artemis, How are you? Mrs Asker will see you now" Said the receptionist, surprising Artemis.
"Um..err.. okay." Replied Artemis, appalled that he would actually stutter. He followed the receptionist into the chairwoman's office and the door shut behind him.