Who's Saving Who?
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters portrayed in the story. If you don't believe me watch the movie.
Summary: Sarah is a temp agent at the CIA (yes I did say CIA) and gets pulled into a reconnaissance mission involving the labyrinth. And, if I tell you anymore it will ruin the story, so read and find out what happens.
"Ow! It bit me, the damn stapler. It won't staple the papers but it will staple my thumb," Sarah swore under her breath and then placed her sore and bruising thumb into her mouth to ease the pain. Flustered she plopped down in her threadbare swivel chair that always managed to make her butt sore by the end of the day.
She moved the computer mouse by her hand to get rid of the screen saver on her computer, which happened to be next to her hot cup of coffee in her favorite green mug. Not only did the mouse move, but also her cup of coffee as it toppled over the edge of her mahogany desk and onto her new white designer dress suit.
"Shit," she mumbled, while trying in vain to wipe the slowly browning stain from her pristine suit with a Kleenex. She gave up and slumped over her desk with her head in her hand and thought to herself, can this day get any worse? Of course it could, and it did when in walked her boss, Mr. Leach, pronounced 'leech,' and boy, did it ever fit his persona.
It was bad enough she was just a temp, but also an attractive woman temp in a predominately male CIA office. Yes, the CIA. Had she known it was the CIA she would be working for in the first place, she might have at least thought twice. "Williams, do you have the files I requested collated yet?" he asked, flashing her one of his grins that might have been considered charming if it wasn't usually accompanied by a sexist comment.
"Oh, and after that," he added, "coffee would be nice." The office door shut behind him, and Sarah was grateful for his leaving. Sighing, she got back to work typing away on the computer keys doing 100 words a minute, minus a word or two due to her manicured acrylic nails. The coffee comment was another way of saying that's all you're good for, making coffee.
During her lunch break she usually went out to this nice little café down the street called "The Mustard Seed Café" by herself. Since it was a nice day she decided to walk. Her white high heels clicked rhythmically on the sidewalk under her feet. The sounds of the city were all around her: the screech of tires and blares of horns as taxi cabs rolled by, then the swish and hiss of the big trucks, and that distinctive diesel rumble of a bus. The sound of merchants talking or yelling as they tried to sell their goods along with the street venders selling their fatty foods.
The sticky sweet smell of the flower shop wafted to her nostrils. The smell of the "Mustard Seed Café" was distinctive, it smelled of freshly baked bread and the dark, bittersweet aroma of freshly ground coffee. As she entered the low building with the huge window in the front, the man at the counter across from her greeted her. "Hey Sarah, what can I get you?" he asked politely. Sarah smiled and took out her wallet from her black shoulder purse and replied, "The usual will be fine, Mike."
She chose a little table for two at the back as she always did. The "usual" consisted of a salad with roasted chicken on top and ranch dressing and a frosty cappuccino to wash it down. As she ate, she reflected on her life at this point. Where was she going? What did she want? She didn't know the answer to either of those questions, and it disturbed her.
The salad in front her still remained fifteen minutes later, and she decided playing with her food wasn't getting her anywhere, so she gulped down the remainder of her drink, and threw the rest of her salad in the waste bin. "Bye Mike," she called, pushing open the glass door that led to the sidewalk and the rest of the city. The same sights and smells greeted her as they always did, and she slung her purse over shoulder and walked back to the office building. It looked like every other office building, and that was the beauty of the CIA.
They could appear to be regular business people and no one would be the wiser. The front door to the building was one of those revolving doors that you sometimes find in hospitals, and Sarah pushed it until she was inside the building instead of outside. The guard at the front desk recognized her, but she showed him her ID card anyway. The metal detector stood between the desk and the hallway leading to the elevators. She discarded her metal objects such as her car keys and anything else that might set it off. Once she had done this, she walked through, and the device stayed dormant while she walked to the other side.
The guard handed back her personal belongings and her purse, and she walked to the first elevator on the right and pushed the up button. The doors swung sideways with a ding, and two men dressed all in black walked past her as if she didn't even exist. "Good afternoon to you too," she mumbled sarcastically, stepping into the empty elevator.
The doors flew shut in front of her, and it carried her to the 13th floor. As the doors opened at her floor she looked up, and the sight that greeted her eyes made her heart skip a beat and her adrenaline rush. Her boss was holding her book, the Labyrinth, the one she kept in a locked drawer. "Oh, that's cute," Mr. Leach said, reading something from the book that he must have found amusing. He stood by her desk with the little red book open in his hands. From across the room one of his buddies said, "Hey Leach, the princess is back."
By this time Sarah was shaking with fear and anger. Mr. Leach missed the looks she was giving him, and he said mockingly to his friend from across the room, "Hey Bob, listen to this, 'I wish the goblins would come and take you away," and he paused. Before he could continue with the rest of the line, Sarah was starting from across the room at him, ready to snatch the book away.
But, before she was able to, Mr. Leach's tongue was quicker than her hand and he said barely audibly, almost to himself but in a mocking manner, "I wish the goblins would come and take me away, right now." And the book thudded to the floor without hands to support it any longer.
Cue evil laughter: Mwahaha, I love cliffhangers. If you want to find out more, have questions, comments, or just plain criticism, leave it in the review. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters portrayed in the story. If you don't believe me watch the movie.
Summary: Sarah is a temp agent at the CIA (yes I did say CIA) and gets pulled into a reconnaissance mission involving the labyrinth. And, if I tell you anymore it will ruin the story, so read and find out what happens.
"Ow! It bit me, the damn stapler. It won't staple the papers but it will staple my thumb," Sarah swore under her breath and then placed her sore and bruising thumb into her mouth to ease the pain. Flustered she plopped down in her threadbare swivel chair that always managed to make her butt sore by the end of the day.
She moved the computer mouse by her hand to get rid of the screen saver on her computer, which happened to be next to her hot cup of coffee in her favorite green mug. Not only did the mouse move, but also her cup of coffee as it toppled over the edge of her mahogany desk and onto her new white designer dress suit.
"Shit," she mumbled, while trying in vain to wipe the slowly browning stain from her pristine suit with a Kleenex. She gave up and slumped over her desk with her head in her hand and thought to herself, can this day get any worse? Of course it could, and it did when in walked her boss, Mr. Leach, pronounced 'leech,' and boy, did it ever fit his persona.
It was bad enough she was just a temp, but also an attractive woman temp in a predominately male CIA office. Yes, the CIA. Had she known it was the CIA she would be working for in the first place, she might have at least thought twice. "Williams, do you have the files I requested collated yet?" he asked, flashing her one of his grins that might have been considered charming if it wasn't usually accompanied by a sexist comment.
"Oh, and after that," he added, "coffee would be nice." The office door shut behind him, and Sarah was grateful for his leaving. Sighing, she got back to work typing away on the computer keys doing 100 words a minute, minus a word or two due to her manicured acrylic nails. The coffee comment was another way of saying that's all you're good for, making coffee.
During her lunch break she usually went out to this nice little café down the street called "The Mustard Seed Café" by herself. Since it was a nice day she decided to walk. Her white high heels clicked rhythmically on the sidewalk under her feet. The sounds of the city were all around her: the screech of tires and blares of horns as taxi cabs rolled by, then the swish and hiss of the big trucks, and that distinctive diesel rumble of a bus. The sound of merchants talking or yelling as they tried to sell their goods along with the street venders selling their fatty foods.
The sticky sweet smell of the flower shop wafted to her nostrils. The smell of the "Mustard Seed Café" was distinctive, it smelled of freshly baked bread and the dark, bittersweet aroma of freshly ground coffee. As she entered the low building with the huge window in the front, the man at the counter across from her greeted her. "Hey Sarah, what can I get you?" he asked politely. Sarah smiled and took out her wallet from her black shoulder purse and replied, "The usual will be fine, Mike."
She chose a little table for two at the back as she always did. The "usual" consisted of a salad with roasted chicken on top and ranch dressing and a frosty cappuccino to wash it down. As she ate, she reflected on her life at this point. Where was she going? What did she want? She didn't know the answer to either of those questions, and it disturbed her.
The salad in front her still remained fifteen minutes later, and she decided playing with her food wasn't getting her anywhere, so she gulped down the remainder of her drink, and threw the rest of her salad in the waste bin. "Bye Mike," she called, pushing open the glass door that led to the sidewalk and the rest of the city. The same sights and smells greeted her as they always did, and she slung her purse over shoulder and walked back to the office building. It looked like every other office building, and that was the beauty of the CIA.
They could appear to be regular business people and no one would be the wiser. The front door to the building was one of those revolving doors that you sometimes find in hospitals, and Sarah pushed it until she was inside the building instead of outside. The guard at the front desk recognized her, but she showed him her ID card anyway. The metal detector stood between the desk and the hallway leading to the elevators. She discarded her metal objects such as her car keys and anything else that might set it off. Once she had done this, she walked through, and the device stayed dormant while she walked to the other side.
The guard handed back her personal belongings and her purse, and she walked to the first elevator on the right and pushed the up button. The doors swung sideways with a ding, and two men dressed all in black walked past her as if she didn't even exist. "Good afternoon to you too," she mumbled sarcastically, stepping into the empty elevator.
The doors flew shut in front of her, and it carried her to the 13th floor. As the doors opened at her floor she looked up, and the sight that greeted her eyes made her heart skip a beat and her adrenaline rush. Her boss was holding her book, the Labyrinth, the one she kept in a locked drawer. "Oh, that's cute," Mr. Leach said, reading something from the book that he must have found amusing. He stood by her desk with the little red book open in his hands. From across the room one of his buddies said, "Hey Leach, the princess is back."
By this time Sarah was shaking with fear and anger. Mr. Leach missed the looks she was giving him, and he said mockingly to his friend from across the room, "Hey Bob, listen to this, 'I wish the goblins would come and take you away," and he paused. Before he could continue with the rest of the line, Sarah was starting from across the room at him, ready to snatch the book away.
But, before she was able to, Mr. Leach's tongue was quicker than her hand and he said barely audibly, almost to himself but in a mocking manner, "I wish the goblins would come and take me away, right now." And the book thudded to the floor without hands to support it any longer.
Cue evil laughter: Mwahaha, I love cliffhangers. If you want to find out more, have questions, comments, or just plain criticism, leave it in the review. Thank you.