I'm really happy that you like it Mickis. I also loved to see Cole and
Phoebe together in the show, they were just perfect for each other, a cute
couple. I really can't understand, how it was possible that somebody
created such a wonderful couple and then ruined it. And not only ruined it,
no they had to do it in such a cruel way, I just can't imagine why?
Sometimes it begins to pall when a couple comes together in a show, but
this time definitely not. They were always interesting together, never
boring or kitchy or anything like that. I really could start to get worked
up about it, but I better stop here.
Sorry, if some things happen too slowly, but I wrote the story more like a book and therefore things can't happen too fast. Perhaps it would be easier to read it in one go, I think. But I promise to hurry, okay?
Chapter 25
After Cole had finished the article about Janny Aroso's exhibition, totally written in Helen's style, he went to the Canterro chemical plant to meet Trisha Raymond. When he arrived at their meeting point, she was already waiting there nervously.
"Hello," she said and gave him his identity card. "I know it isn't very good, but I hope nobody will notice it."
"Hey, everything will go alright." Cole tried to calm her down while he watched at his nearly perfectly faked identity card.
"Yes, I know, but I'm worried. I don't know, but I'm not the right person for anything like this." She looked at the plant dismally.
"I thought usually you spy out companies, which are potentially polluting the environment." He admitted surprised. "Isn't that dangerous?"
"That's something else. That has nothing to do with me or my life. "Okay Mr. Torrens."
"You can call me Cole." he said.
"Okay, I'm Trisha." She gave him her hand and asked. "Cole? I thought your name is Kevin."
He grinned. "Yes, that's true. Today my name is Kevin, but my real name was Cole. It's a little bit complicated. So you can choose which name you prefer, I listen to both of them."
"That means, that you already know who you have been before your amnesia?"
"More or less. That's a long story." He looked at his watch. "Let's go to the entrance, otherwise we'll miss the guided tour."
Trisha waggled with her foot. "Perhaps that wouldn't be bad." she muttered. "Well, I would like to wait a little bit longer." She explained unhappy. "But that won't help." She took a deep breath and said a little bit more confident. "If I feel too bad, we'll be able to take part at the guided tour like the other visitors, won't we?"
"Well, everything will be alright, don't worry." He said optimistically and took her arm. He wouldn't waste his afternoon to take part at a boring guided tour through a chemical plant. They walked to the entrance gate together.
When they arrived there, they saw a man with a note pad in his hand. Trisha told him their names, she had chosen, when she had announced them for the guided tour. The man checked them and gave Trisha two visitor cards. Then he let them pass by to the factory site. Some people who wanted to visit the factory, too, were already waiting there.
"Hopefully, we'll be more visitors in this tour." Trisha said dismally and looked around. "If we are only a few people, we won't be able to get to the dressing room unobserved."
"You aren't a very optimistic person, are you?"
Trisha shrugged her shoulders. "That's me."
Cole shook his head and looked back to the entrance gate. And what he was seeing made him smile. "But you should be optimistic, look around." He showed to the gate. "A noisy group of teenagers. It couldn't be any better."
In the end it was a group of 40 people, who entered the entrance hall at 2 p.m.. Cole looked around and saw a reception with a woman dressed in neat clothes at the left side. On the other side, there was a corner unit with chairs and a table with publicity brochures on it. But the most amusing for Cole was a work of art in the back of the room. It was gathering dust and looked like one of Janny Aroso's works. A rack of metal and nets. The woman walked to the group and gave every visitor a publicity brochure. Cole looked at it and saw Meagan Canterro. Timothy Clark's description was right. She really looked cold as ice with her silver-blond short cut hair and her hard expression. Cole tried to recognize her picture in the yearbook. It had shown a quite usual woman, perhaps a little bit too serious and dutiful, but she hadn't had this cold personality.
After a while a man walked beside the work of art and welcomed the visitors in the name of the manager Meagan Canterro. He started a lecture about the merit of chemical goods. Cole had the impression, that it took an eternity. After countless phrases like 'chemisty is life' they finally walked into the plant. They entered a sterile white corridor with a few doors. Straight on the corridor led to the production plant and the labs. The group walked along this corridor and Trisha whispered to Cole that they should stay behind. Nobody noticed them, while the school class monopolized the guide.
The group passed the first doors and Trisha started to bite at her lips uneasily. At the next door she gave Cole a sign, that he should take off his visitor card. Then she opened the door beside them, but she saw to her dismay, two employees talking in the dressing room. Trisha stopped horrified, but Cole pretended that there was no doubt that he belonged here. He gave them a short nod and walked to the shelves. Trisha followed him quickly and noticed, that the employees didn't care about them. She took her key and opened her old shelve, but as she already supposed, they had given it to somebody else and her things were gone. When she looked up again, she noticed, that the employees had left the room. She breathed in relief.
"Luckily they are gone." Trisha walked to the back of the room, where she could find some coats for exchange. She gave one of it to Cole and put on another one. She fixed her identity card and went to the exit.
Cole advised her to act as if she would still belong to the staff of this factory. She nodded and opened the door. They didn't want to waste too much time, because they had only 45 minutes until the visitor group would pass this corridor again.
Inconspicuously she led Cole through a labyrinth of corridors. They met some people on their way, but nobody noticed them. Trisha calmed down in time. Everything would be alright, she tried to encourage herself.
Cole walked behind her and hoped, that she really knew the right way. It seemed to him as if they went through the same corridors already for hours. And they never reached their goal. When they turned around a corner once again, Trisha stopped and whispered. "There we are."
Cole looked around surprised. The corridor looked the same, even and impenetrable wall. He could hardly believe that there could be a secret door somewhere. "Are you sure?" He asked and looked at her sceptically.
Trisha nodded and went to the end of the corridor. Cole followed her and she showed him a small room with a barricaded door to the pharmaceutical department. Cole understood and they started to search for a secret gap.
After a while Trisha sighed and said. "Probably here isn't anything and the whole excitement was for nothing."
"Where was this marked place?" Cole asked.
Trisha looked at the note again. Then she looked at the wall. "I think here." She gave him the note and walked to the place.
Cole took the note and looked at it closer. "Mm, I think it's too big for a lock. It could refer to the place of the secret door."
Trisha took a close look at the wall. "Well, perhaps I could imagine that these lines in the wall could be a door. But that doesn't help us, we have to find the damn lock."
"Okay, you'll search for it in front of this pharmaceutical department and I'll try to find the lock at the other side of this corridor." Cole suggested.
Trisha agrees and went into the small room. She looked around and hoped nobody would come through the door of the pharmaceutical department. Suddenly she noticed a strange sign in waist-high. It was very small and painted at the wall in a light color, therefore it was hardly noticeable. She called for Cole and both looked at the sign closely. Cole ran his hand over it and a small aperture opened immediately. Both looked at each other triumphantly. Cole looked along the corridor to watch if somebody was coming, while Trisha took the card. She pulled it through the slit, but nothing happened. She tried it again, but she only heard a dismissive noise. Cole walked back to her and looked asking.
"It doesn't work." She said enervating. In this moment another employee reached the corridor in front of them. Trisha pulled Cole back into the corridor and bowed her head, when the man passed them.
"Why did we go back into this corridor? We don't have enough time." Cole asked angrily.
"What do you think he would have thought, if he had seen us standing in front of the door to the pharmaceutical department? At best that we found a good place for kissing while our working hours but at worst that we were spying." Trisha whispered angrily. She turned around, when she heard, that the man had entered the pharmaceutical department and the door had closed again. They walked back to the lock in the wall and Trisha said. "This time you'll try it. This damn cards never work, when I try it." She gave him the card and walked into the corridor to keep guard.
Cole went to the lock and pulled the card through the slit. He heard an certifying noise and walked back into the corridor with a triumphant smile.
"Don't dare to say anything." Trisha warned him. But they focused their attention immediately to the secret door. It opened without any noise. They walked through it and the door closed behind them.
Cole looked back. "Hopefully we'll find a way to open it again."
Trisha turned around, too and pointed at a button at the left side. "There is a button, but I hope there won't be anybody in the corridor, when we'll use it. That could get quite nasty."
"Come on." Cole said. "We can worry about it later." They went downstairs and entered a small room. There were only two filing cabinets in it. Cole looked around disappointed. "That's it?"
"Year, I have also expected something different." Trisha said and walked to one of the filing cabinets.
"Perhaps we'll find some top secret files." Cole supposed optimistically and went to the other one.
"But it's rather strange. I remember that they always told us, that Meagan Canterro wants a paperless office. That means all documents were scanned and other data were fed into the computer." Trisha explained. "That was a lot of work, my colleagues told me. But they couldn't talk her out of it." She opened the door and found a lot of files standing there. She took one of it and started to leaf through the documents. "Well, research reports."
Cole wanted to open the cabinet, too, when he noticed the same symbol at the door, he had already seen at the lock. He supposed that it could be the secret sign of this satanic clique. He opened the door and saw some files. He turned around and asked Trisha. "This files may be very interesting, but what are we doing now? We don't have enough time to leaf through all of it." He looked at the labels and took a file. He opened it, but the content didn't mean a thing to him. He took another file, but again he couldn't make head or tail of it. He looked at Trisha again, but she was absorbed in her file. "Well, that doesn't mean a thing to me. What are we searching for?"
Cole noticed that it was hard for her to look up. "These are research reports about substances, which are absolutely unknown." She said fascinated and watched at the document again. "Try to find something dubious." She suggested.
Wonderful advice, very useful, Cole thought, every document looked the same. He put the file back into the cabinet and suddenly saw a small shelf at the top. It was impossible to see not mentioned to reach it for small people. Even Cole had to dislocate his arm to get the folder lying there. It was thin and very dusty. Cole opened it and saw some blueprints and architect's plans. When he wanted to take a close look at it, he heard that somebody opened the secret door.
Trisha looked at Cole horrified. They looked around, but there was nothing in the room, only the two filing cabinets.
"Try to squeeze yourself behind the cabinet." Cole whispered and Trisha tried to put his advice into action immediately. Cole heard the steps at the stairs and he closed the door of the cabinet carefully. Then he tried to get behind it, too. But it wasn't easy for him. He had to push the cabinet into the room a little bit, to get behind it.
He couldn't see Trisha anymore, but meanwhile she had other problems. Horrified she noticed a big black spider sitting at the wall. She wanted to run away immediately, but she clenched her teeth. Spiders made her sick, but the unexpected visitor was much more dangerous.
Cole heard that the door of Trisha's cabinet was opened and paper was rustling. He hoped that the intruder wouldn't come to his cabinet. Because he didn't want that he noticed the new position of it in the middle of the room.
Both of them had the impression that the person needed an eternity until he or she left the room and went to the stairs again. Immediately Trisha ran from behind the cabinet into the room.
"Ugh there was such a big spider sitting behind the cabinet." She had to shudder disgusted. "Luckily it didn't move, otherwise I don't know, what I had done."
Meanwhile Cole was standing in front of the cabinet again and pushed it at his old place. "Well it probably knew it and wanted to go on living. Therefore it kept calm and didn't move." he said dryly.
"Not on your life. I could never have killed it." She said and looked disgusted. "But for the first time I was more afraid of something else." She explained and opened the file cabinet again. "Let me see the new document." She said and took the file, which stood out a little bit. She opened it and looked at the date. "Okay," she said satisfied and looked at her clock. "Oh no! We have to go, otherwise we'll miss our group." She opened the fastener to get out some of the documents.
Cole still held the folder with the blueprints in his hands and did the same. They put the documents under their clothes and put the empty files back into the cabinets.
"Do you think anybody will notice it?" Trisha asked, when they were standing in front of the door again.
"Well, it depends, how often they look at it. But nevertheless they'll never think about us." He said optimistically and pushed the button.
"Hopefully." Trisha said, but to her dismay the door didn't open. "Oh no, why doesn't the door open?"
"I don't know." Cole pushed the button again, but nothing happened. "If this guy put any information into it?"
"I don't think so, try it again."
Cole pushed the button again and again, and finally the door opened. "Luckily." he said in relief. "I already thought that I would have to kick down the door." He entered the corridor carefully and looked around. He couldn't see anybody.
Trisha stepped behind him and they walked quickly along the corridor. When they just wanted to turn around the corner, they saw a group of people in front of them. It was obvious, that they had just passed the corridor with the secret door only minutes before. If he had opened the door earlier, they would have seen them, flashed through Cole's mind. "There must be a sensor or something like that." He said.
"You are right." Trisha agreed. "And the door will only open, if nobody is at the corridor in front of it." She looked back and took a look at the closed door. "I'm really glad, that was the reason, why it didn't open. I hope you aren't offended," she looked at him sceptically "but that you could kick it down.... we'll have to forget about that."
Cole shook his head and wanted to contradict, when he noticed that she was right. The door was too solid, it was impossible to open it violently. But he had been sure, that he was able to do it or better that he had been able to do it in former times. But why did he have this idea, finally he hadn't superhuman forces. Well this red bald monster would have been able to do it, flashed through his mine, but that was rubbish, only a dream, nothing else. Nevertheless it was strange, still lost in thoughts he followed Trisha through the labyrinth of corridors.
Silent they reached the dressing room without a hitch. They took off the coats and put it back. Then they waited at the door and listened for the group. They heard the noisy school class already from a distance. When the group passed the door, Trisha opened it carefully and they ran behind the group. When they entered the entrance hall again, they were part of the group again, as if they had never been somewhere else.
The guide said goodbye in front of the building and the group walked off the factory site and broke off quickly. Trisha and Cole were alone again and walked to their cars. They decided that Trisha would examine the research reports and Cole would care about the blueprints.
Sorry, if some things happen too slowly, but I wrote the story more like a book and therefore things can't happen too fast. Perhaps it would be easier to read it in one go, I think. But I promise to hurry, okay?
Chapter 25
After Cole had finished the article about Janny Aroso's exhibition, totally written in Helen's style, he went to the Canterro chemical plant to meet Trisha Raymond. When he arrived at their meeting point, she was already waiting there nervously.
"Hello," she said and gave him his identity card. "I know it isn't very good, but I hope nobody will notice it."
"Hey, everything will go alright." Cole tried to calm her down while he watched at his nearly perfectly faked identity card.
"Yes, I know, but I'm worried. I don't know, but I'm not the right person for anything like this." She looked at the plant dismally.
"I thought usually you spy out companies, which are potentially polluting the environment." He admitted surprised. "Isn't that dangerous?"
"That's something else. That has nothing to do with me or my life. "Okay Mr. Torrens."
"You can call me Cole." he said.
"Okay, I'm Trisha." She gave him her hand and asked. "Cole? I thought your name is Kevin."
He grinned. "Yes, that's true. Today my name is Kevin, but my real name was Cole. It's a little bit complicated. So you can choose which name you prefer, I listen to both of them."
"That means, that you already know who you have been before your amnesia?"
"More or less. That's a long story." He looked at his watch. "Let's go to the entrance, otherwise we'll miss the guided tour."
Trisha waggled with her foot. "Perhaps that wouldn't be bad." she muttered. "Well, I would like to wait a little bit longer." She explained unhappy. "But that won't help." She took a deep breath and said a little bit more confident. "If I feel too bad, we'll be able to take part at the guided tour like the other visitors, won't we?"
"Well, everything will be alright, don't worry." He said optimistically and took her arm. He wouldn't waste his afternoon to take part at a boring guided tour through a chemical plant. They walked to the entrance gate together.
When they arrived there, they saw a man with a note pad in his hand. Trisha told him their names, she had chosen, when she had announced them for the guided tour. The man checked them and gave Trisha two visitor cards. Then he let them pass by to the factory site. Some people who wanted to visit the factory, too, were already waiting there.
"Hopefully, we'll be more visitors in this tour." Trisha said dismally and looked around. "If we are only a few people, we won't be able to get to the dressing room unobserved."
"You aren't a very optimistic person, are you?"
Trisha shrugged her shoulders. "That's me."
Cole shook his head and looked back to the entrance gate. And what he was seeing made him smile. "But you should be optimistic, look around." He showed to the gate. "A noisy group of teenagers. It couldn't be any better."
In the end it was a group of 40 people, who entered the entrance hall at 2 p.m.. Cole looked around and saw a reception with a woman dressed in neat clothes at the left side. On the other side, there was a corner unit with chairs and a table with publicity brochures on it. But the most amusing for Cole was a work of art in the back of the room. It was gathering dust and looked like one of Janny Aroso's works. A rack of metal and nets. The woman walked to the group and gave every visitor a publicity brochure. Cole looked at it and saw Meagan Canterro. Timothy Clark's description was right. She really looked cold as ice with her silver-blond short cut hair and her hard expression. Cole tried to recognize her picture in the yearbook. It had shown a quite usual woman, perhaps a little bit too serious and dutiful, but she hadn't had this cold personality.
After a while a man walked beside the work of art and welcomed the visitors in the name of the manager Meagan Canterro. He started a lecture about the merit of chemical goods. Cole had the impression, that it took an eternity. After countless phrases like 'chemisty is life' they finally walked into the plant. They entered a sterile white corridor with a few doors. Straight on the corridor led to the production plant and the labs. The group walked along this corridor and Trisha whispered to Cole that they should stay behind. Nobody noticed them, while the school class monopolized the guide.
The group passed the first doors and Trisha started to bite at her lips uneasily. At the next door she gave Cole a sign, that he should take off his visitor card. Then she opened the door beside them, but she saw to her dismay, two employees talking in the dressing room. Trisha stopped horrified, but Cole pretended that there was no doubt that he belonged here. He gave them a short nod and walked to the shelves. Trisha followed him quickly and noticed, that the employees didn't care about them. She took her key and opened her old shelve, but as she already supposed, they had given it to somebody else and her things were gone. When she looked up again, she noticed, that the employees had left the room. She breathed in relief.
"Luckily they are gone." Trisha walked to the back of the room, where she could find some coats for exchange. She gave one of it to Cole and put on another one. She fixed her identity card and went to the exit.
Cole advised her to act as if she would still belong to the staff of this factory. She nodded and opened the door. They didn't want to waste too much time, because they had only 45 minutes until the visitor group would pass this corridor again.
Inconspicuously she led Cole through a labyrinth of corridors. They met some people on their way, but nobody noticed them. Trisha calmed down in time. Everything would be alright, she tried to encourage herself.
Cole walked behind her and hoped, that she really knew the right way. It seemed to him as if they went through the same corridors already for hours. And they never reached their goal. When they turned around a corner once again, Trisha stopped and whispered. "There we are."
Cole looked around surprised. The corridor looked the same, even and impenetrable wall. He could hardly believe that there could be a secret door somewhere. "Are you sure?" He asked and looked at her sceptically.
Trisha nodded and went to the end of the corridor. Cole followed her and she showed him a small room with a barricaded door to the pharmaceutical department. Cole understood and they started to search for a secret gap.
After a while Trisha sighed and said. "Probably here isn't anything and the whole excitement was for nothing."
"Where was this marked place?" Cole asked.
Trisha looked at the note again. Then she looked at the wall. "I think here." She gave him the note and walked to the place.
Cole took the note and looked at it closer. "Mm, I think it's too big for a lock. It could refer to the place of the secret door."
Trisha took a close look at the wall. "Well, perhaps I could imagine that these lines in the wall could be a door. But that doesn't help us, we have to find the damn lock."
"Okay, you'll search for it in front of this pharmaceutical department and I'll try to find the lock at the other side of this corridor." Cole suggested.
Trisha agrees and went into the small room. She looked around and hoped nobody would come through the door of the pharmaceutical department. Suddenly she noticed a strange sign in waist-high. It was very small and painted at the wall in a light color, therefore it was hardly noticeable. She called for Cole and both looked at the sign closely. Cole ran his hand over it and a small aperture opened immediately. Both looked at each other triumphantly. Cole looked along the corridor to watch if somebody was coming, while Trisha took the card. She pulled it through the slit, but nothing happened. She tried it again, but she only heard a dismissive noise. Cole walked back to her and looked asking.
"It doesn't work." She said enervating. In this moment another employee reached the corridor in front of them. Trisha pulled Cole back into the corridor and bowed her head, when the man passed them.
"Why did we go back into this corridor? We don't have enough time." Cole asked angrily.
"What do you think he would have thought, if he had seen us standing in front of the door to the pharmaceutical department? At best that we found a good place for kissing while our working hours but at worst that we were spying." Trisha whispered angrily. She turned around, when she heard, that the man had entered the pharmaceutical department and the door had closed again. They walked back to the lock in the wall and Trisha said. "This time you'll try it. This damn cards never work, when I try it." She gave him the card and walked into the corridor to keep guard.
Cole went to the lock and pulled the card through the slit. He heard an certifying noise and walked back into the corridor with a triumphant smile.
"Don't dare to say anything." Trisha warned him. But they focused their attention immediately to the secret door. It opened without any noise. They walked through it and the door closed behind them.
Cole looked back. "Hopefully we'll find a way to open it again."
Trisha turned around, too and pointed at a button at the left side. "There is a button, but I hope there won't be anybody in the corridor, when we'll use it. That could get quite nasty."
"Come on." Cole said. "We can worry about it later." They went downstairs and entered a small room. There were only two filing cabinets in it. Cole looked around disappointed. "That's it?"
"Year, I have also expected something different." Trisha said and walked to one of the filing cabinets.
"Perhaps we'll find some top secret files." Cole supposed optimistically and went to the other one.
"But it's rather strange. I remember that they always told us, that Meagan Canterro wants a paperless office. That means all documents were scanned and other data were fed into the computer." Trisha explained. "That was a lot of work, my colleagues told me. But they couldn't talk her out of it." She opened the door and found a lot of files standing there. She took one of it and started to leaf through the documents. "Well, research reports."
Cole wanted to open the cabinet, too, when he noticed the same symbol at the door, he had already seen at the lock. He supposed that it could be the secret sign of this satanic clique. He opened the door and saw some files. He turned around and asked Trisha. "This files may be very interesting, but what are we doing now? We don't have enough time to leaf through all of it." He looked at the labels and took a file. He opened it, but the content didn't mean a thing to him. He took another file, but again he couldn't make head or tail of it. He looked at Trisha again, but she was absorbed in her file. "Well, that doesn't mean a thing to me. What are we searching for?"
Cole noticed that it was hard for her to look up. "These are research reports about substances, which are absolutely unknown." She said fascinated and watched at the document again. "Try to find something dubious." She suggested.
Wonderful advice, very useful, Cole thought, every document looked the same. He put the file back into the cabinet and suddenly saw a small shelf at the top. It was impossible to see not mentioned to reach it for small people. Even Cole had to dislocate his arm to get the folder lying there. It was thin and very dusty. Cole opened it and saw some blueprints and architect's plans. When he wanted to take a close look at it, he heard that somebody opened the secret door.
Trisha looked at Cole horrified. They looked around, but there was nothing in the room, only the two filing cabinets.
"Try to squeeze yourself behind the cabinet." Cole whispered and Trisha tried to put his advice into action immediately. Cole heard the steps at the stairs and he closed the door of the cabinet carefully. Then he tried to get behind it, too. But it wasn't easy for him. He had to push the cabinet into the room a little bit, to get behind it.
He couldn't see Trisha anymore, but meanwhile she had other problems. Horrified she noticed a big black spider sitting at the wall. She wanted to run away immediately, but she clenched her teeth. Spiders made her sick, but the unexpected visitor was much more dangerous.
Cole heard that the door of Trisha's cabinet was opened and paper was rustling. He hoped that the intruder wouldn't come to his cabinet. Because he didn't want that he noticed the new position of it in the middle of the room.
Both of them had the impression that the person needed an eternity until he or she left the room and went to the stairs again. Immediately Trisha ran from behind the cabinet into the room.
"Ugh there was such a big spider sitting behind the cabinet." She had to shudder disgusted. "Luckily it didn't move, otherwise I don't know, what I had done."
Meanwhile Cole was standing in front of the cabinet again and pushed it at his old place. "Well it probably knew it and wanted to go on living. Therefore it kept calm and didn't move." he said dryly.
"Not on your life. I could never have killed it." She said and looked disgusted. "But for the first time I was more afraid of something else." She explained and opened the file cabinet again. "Let me see the new document." She said and took the file, which stood out a little bit. She opened it and looked at the date. "Okay," she said satisfied and looked at her clock. "Oh no! We have to go, otherwise we'll miss our group." She opened the fastener to get out some of the documents.
Cole still held the folder with the blueprints in his hands and did the same. They put the documents under their clothes and put the empty files back into the cabinets.
"Do you think anybody will notice it?" Trisha asked, when they were standing in front of the door again.
"Well, it depends, how often they look at it. But nevertheless they'll never think about us." He said optimistically and pushed the button.
"Hopefully." Trisha said, but to her dismay the door didn't open. "Oh no, why doesn't the door open?"
"I don't know." Cole pushed the button again, but nothing happened. "If this guy put any information into it?"
"I don't think so, try it again."
Cole pushed the button again and again, and finally the door opened. "Luckily." he said in relief. "I already thought that I would have to kick down the door." He entered the corridor carefully and looked around. He couldn't see anybody.
Trisha stepped behind him and they walked quickly along the corridor. When they just wanted to turn around the corner, they saw a group of people in front of them. It was obvious, that they had just passed the corridor with the secret door only minutes before. If he had opened the door earlier, they would have seen them, flashed through Cole's mind. "There must be a sensor or something like that." He said.
"You are right." Trisha agreed. "And the door will only open, if nobody is at the corridor in front of it." She looked back and took a look at the closed door. "I'm really glad, that was the reason, why it didn't open. I hope you aren't offended," she looked at him sceptically "but that you could kick it down.... we'll have to forget about that."
Cole shook his head and wanted to contradict, when he noticed that she was right. The door was too solid, it was impossible to open it violently. But he had been sure, that he was able to do it or better that he had been able to do it in former times. But why did he have this idea, finally he hadn't superhuman forces. Well this red bald monster would have been able to do it, flashed through his mine, but that was rubbish, only a dream, nothing else. Nevertheless it was strange, still lost in thoughts he followed Trisha through the labyrinth of corridors.
Silent they reached the dressing room without a hitch. They took off the coats and put it back. Then they waited at the door and listened for the group. They heard the noisy school class already from a distance. When the group passed the door, Trisha opened it carefully and they ran behind the group. When they entered the entrance hall again, they were part of the group again, as if they had never been somewhere else.
The guide said goodbye in front of the building and the group walked off the factory site and broke off quickly. Trisha and Cole were alone again and walked to their cars. They decided that Trisha would examine the research reports and Cole would care about the blueprints.