Thomas and I spend the next several hours detained in a small interrogation room in the upper level of the temple, being drilled by several special agents.
Unlike the guard we had they are professionals to a tee.
I am not able to get much out of Thomas as for who they work for but it is clear after a certain point that they are not local nor government.
The agents are way too overdressed and they didn't seem to shocked to hear the details of what happen.
Cleo: (What's with the pins? Is that a lightning bolt or a trident?)
Thomas refuses to be near me and just keeps telling to be cooperative but I can't help but wonder.
Cleo: (Why would a temple dedicated to the Worship of the gods have A ROOM like this?)
The agents seem to be taking turns asking the same questions over and over.
Agents: "Where do you work? Why were you here today? Please explain what you saw?"
It's exhausting and overwhelming considering I am still not entirely clear what happen myself or who that woman was.
Cleo: (there was something different about her.…What was that? Yet somehow...)
I am interrupted by the clicking of the door as its flung open.
Expecting to be drilled yet again I can't help but let out a sigh as I set back in the chair preparing for the next round.
Agent: "We got what we need for now…You have been cleared for release. This way…."
Before anyone could change their mind I make haste towards the main entrance. Stopping briefly looking back towards the elevator as I ponder all the ways today was supposed to go.
I can't help but laugh slightly to myself.
Cleo: "What a disaster."
Shaking my head as I turn to leave I spot Thomas walking towards the doors.
I am not entirely sure but I rush to catch up with him.
Noticing me coming up behind him he stops on the steps just out the doors turning quickly avoiding eye contact.
Thomas: "I've already notified the museum."
Turning back towards the car he takes a few steps down before stopping again and slowly turning. This time looking me in the eyes.
Thomas: "Oh and uh.. Also your uncle."
Caught off guard I blurt out the only thing I can think of.
Cleo: "What did happen here today? You saw what I saw? And who was that?!"
Cleo: "Do we need to report in?"
He interrupts me by sternly by placing a hand on my shoulder stopping my rant.
Thomas: "Nothing that need be repeated to anyone."
Taking a moment to gather himself he takes a few deep breaths then looks me directly in the eyes.
Thomas: "Do you understand?"
Still shaken but understanding the depth of his tone I nod slightly.
Cleo: "Of course…I just thought the council."
He clears his throat cutting me off again.
Thomas: "Good, Now I'll be on my way. I suggest you do the same."
Standing there dumbfounded I do the only thing I can do.
Watch him drive away.
Unable to wrap my brain around the day's events I spend the next several hours tossing and turning. Not due to fear but something else, something deeper I can't place my finger on it.
There was something about those doors and the symbols.
My dreams are rough flashes of color, smoke, and the symbols from the doors.
Behind me in the darkness glow purple eyes brighter and brighter until they engulfed me. Replacing my cloths with armor and before me a battle…
…Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring…
…Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring…
Startled out of my dreams by the horrid noise causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. It takes me several moments of frantic breathing before the foreign sound becomes clear.
Cleo: (It's not trumpets of war…OMG GET A GRIP…..)
Rolling over determining if it's worth getting out of bed I see the beaming bright red numbers on the clock.
Clock: 3:09 AM
Cleo "Calling at this hour?"
I stumble towards the phone in the dark, answering half asleep.
Cleo "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
Agent: "Director Willis?"
Sending an all too familiar chill up my spine.
Cleo: "Speaking, but who…."
Agent: "I need you to come with us there will be a car out front for you soon."
Cleo: "Come with you? Where? Who are you?"
Agent: "I am an agent of HERA and you have been summoned."