Here it is….Chapter 3. Thanks for all the reviews!

Mrs. Jones sat down at her overcrowded desk. Papers were piled 3 feet tall. Random Pens were strewn about and numerous pencils were broken. Paperclips were in a stash, mixed up with rubber bands and some more pencils. Mrs. Jones sighed. She'd had a helluva day. She had the most paperwork she'd ever had in her career and a big project due tomorrow. Anything now would make the day worse.

She grabbed a sheet of paper, and got to work. It wasn't a second later that a man, dressed in a crinkled three piece suit, walked in. He wasn't smiling. It was a few seconds before Mrs. Jones popped up and noticed him. "Oh-hi" Mrs. Jones said while sucking on her peppermint. The man didn't reply. Instead he pulled out a document, and tossed it on Mrs. Jones desk. "Shit, this isn't more paperwork, is it?" Mrs. Jones muttered. "No," The man said, "I'm afraid it's much worse. How much do you know about Alan Blunt?"

"He was a good friend of mine. I always liked him. It's strange. Now that I realize it the last time I saw him.." "Was three days ago." The man finished Mrs. Jones' sentence. Mrs. Jones opened the document. Inside were Alan's birth certificate, high school and collage diploma, and all of his other personal stuff. "How did you know?" Mrs. Jones asked. "Let's say…something happened." The man said. "Who are you?" Mrs. Jones questioned. "The new head of the MI6," the man replied, "I'm afraid…Mr. Alan Blunt has perished in a terrible incident. "O my God! What the hell happened? How did you find him?" Mrs. Jones asked. A drop of rain hit the window. Before the man could reply, two other men, dressed identically, walked into the room. The man on his right leaned over and whispered something into the new man of the MI6. He nodded. The two men departed. "Goodbye, Mrs. Jones." The man said and he turned and walked off. "Wait! What's your name?" Mrs. Jones yelled back. "Tom Wa…" His voice was interrupted by a loud CRASH as thunder echoed through the streets of London. Tom walked off. Mrs. Jones through down her head and cried. She had a whole shitload of work and her best friend had died. Sniffing through her tears, she said, "To hell with work, I'm going on a walk.

Despite the horrible downpour going on outside, Mrs. Jones grabbed the umbrella and went on a walk to relieve the stress. She walked out of the R&G Bank right as another CRASH echoed through the streets. She continued to walk down the nearly empty sidewalk, trying to think of what of happened to Mr. Blunt. "Maybe he's not dead," Mrs. Jones positively thought, "Maybe it's just a cover up! May…" Her thoughts were interrupted by a larged gloved hand that suddenly grabbed her. At first she thought she was being raped, but no, it was something much worse. Mrs. Jones, struggling, was thrown into the back of a white van. The van revved up, then screeched off into the darkness of the night.

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