A.R.M. A Family Of Agents
-Matt-
We arrive at the club through the entrance, the place is inside a large building, the ceiling is designed to look like if it was a genuine blue sky during the day and in the night it turns dark just as the real one on the outside, with stars and even a moon. It's three already so the club is still in day mode, there are lots of different areas to explore, our favorite is the holographic tennis court, we don't even need to bring gear like rackets or something, it is very advanced technology even for the city's standards. As we walk upstairs, Anne gasps and I look at her. "What?"
"The admission cards, we forgot them." Anne says.
There is no access without the credentials but the guy on the door is actually a friend of mine. "Don't worry, hon, they'll let us in."
Anne raises an eyebrow. "But we have no cards."
I chuckle with confidence. "Believe me, there's no problem."
We reach the access doors which are made of glass, Donnie recognizes me instantly, he is a badger I've known pretty much since we both were kids, he is wearing the common attire of the club's staff, a white polo shirt and pants. "Mattie! My old fellow!" He approaches me and pats my shoulder strongly. "It's been a while! I heard you became some sort of mercenary."
"Well, we are agents actually but people tend to make that comparison." I put my hand on his shoulder. "But tell me? How's the family?"
"Oh good, yeah Elena found a job at a beauty salon and my son was born about three months ago." Donnie says.
I smirk. "Congratulations, Don."
Donnie nods. "Thanks." He looks at Anne. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Anne, how are you?"
Anne grins. "Good, thank you."
Don looks back at me. "When did you get married?"
I blush a little. "Well, we aren't there yet but, soon, aren't we, hon?"
Anne nods. "I hope so, we have something simple in mind, you know, not like a big, noisy party."
Donnie nods with a smirk. "Sure, and it's not that what counts." He puts both hands on our shoulders. "Remember that you two, from your old pal Donnie." He looks at us both. "Do you understand?"
I chuckle. "Of course we do, Don." It is time to mention the card thing. "Uhm, Donnie, you see, I know there are strict rules about the cards and all…" He interrupts me.
"Oh I totally understand pal, don't worry." Donnie got what I was saying instantly. "Well, I wish you both the best, I'm not taking more of your time." He approaches his desktop and presses a button next to the computer over his desktop, then the small, glass made doors open in front of us.
"Are you sure, Don? I mean, we don't want to cause you any trouble." I say.
"Sure! Is fine!" Don insists.
We finally enter. "Thank you, Don, I truly appreciate it." I shake his hand then he shakes Anne's. "Say hi to Elena for us."
"Oh, sure pal." Don replies. "Thanks."
While we walk on the ornamented, artificial rocky pathway that leads to the tennis courts, Anne starts to talk about the wedding. "We shall do a small celebration, I'm thinking of the agency." Basically, she wants to have a dinner at home.
I nod as I agree at her idea of a truer, little party with our closest friends. "Sure." I take her hand. "Shall we invite Hill?"
Anne cringes a little. "Uhm, I don't know, what you think?"
I get thoughtful, is not that we have any trouble with him but let's say we got a little, distant. "Calling him won't make any harm, I guess, we worked with him after all."
"Thinking about it, it's practically thanks to him that we even met." Anne says.
I chuckle. "Certainly." I kiss her cheek. "And that was the best part of our time there."
Anne sighs. "Alright, I'll give him a call."
"Cool." I reply.
We have arrived at the tennis courts, they are divided by green, tall grids, the field is covered with clay as an old fashioned court, the net´s posts have a button over them which serve to start a match. Anne is wearing black shorts and a top of the same color, attire she always brings when we play tennis, I just get by with what I'm wearing. She approaches a post to press the button and start the game. The court's sensors detect us both and puts holographic rackets on our hands, the game hands Anne a holographic ball, transparent blue as the rackets, she walks away from the post to get on the starting point, she bounces the ball a couple of times before throwing it gently upwards, ready to give the first strike.
