I am SOOOOO sorry for not updating for so long. I'm a bad author, aren't I? I lost interest in this story for a while. Didn't have enough inspiration to finish it, or time to finish it in. Now, I have nothing else to write other than Fanfiction, and this was my most interesting unfinished story. So, I present to you the continuation of this story: Chapter 3! -bows, then curtsies-
The three agents looked up with shocked expressions on their faces. Demetra was the first to snap from the trance. "Look down. I sense cameras!" She hissed at her partners. They immediately looked down at their shoes and Dem nearly did a facepalm. Suuuurrrrreeee...like it wouldn't be obvious to anyone watching that they had detected the security cameras. Mentally, she cursed Jo and Juni out. How stupid were they? Why couldn't they recall their spy training right now? Dem spoke first. "Move forward slowly and carefully, you two. Normally though. Who knows what could be out there?" The words were whispered, but her fellow agents heard them nonetheless and proceeded.
Finally, they reached the door at the other end of the room, which appeared to be some sort of greenhouse/biosphere. Dem and Jo breathed a sigh of relief before they heard a crackle and whipped their heads around to see Juni opening a freeze-dried snack-bar. Jo groaned. "Duuuuuddddeee."
"What? You hungry too? I'm hungry. Want a bite? Blueberry, honey and almond." Jo just rolled her eyes and snatched the bar from his hand quickly. The movement was so quick that the foil-wrapped snack slipped from her hand and clattered on the floor. Sirens immediately sounded and dirty looks were passed between Juni and Jo. Demetra's eyes widened and she spoke through her teeth. "You idiots. Let's get out of here quickly and THEN you can fight each other!" She took off for the door and hid in a well-concealed alcove. After a minute of waiting, she realized that her partners hadn't followed. She heard a hiss, a poof and then two thuds. She thought the worst. It didn't help her optimistic thought processes when the conveyor belt-like floor went past her carrying the bodies of her friends. She bit her lip and tucked a strand of loose brunette hair behind her ear. She'd have to find out their destination and bide her time.
~~~1 hour later~~~
After she hacked into the system and found out room 103 in the west wing was expecting an 'experimental subject' delivery, Demetra had started biding her time. Waiting spy-like for an opportunity to strike became boring after the first fifteen minutes, so she had been mentally singing songs for about forty-five minutes. She was in the middle of a rousing version of 'Camptown Races' when her chance came. An employee was wheeling a cupboard tool cart by her. She threw a penny and it bounced off the wall at the far end of the hallway. The employee looked up and abandoned the cart to look for where the small clank had come from. While he was on the search, Dem opened the tool cart's cupboard door, squeezed herself inside and shut the door. She popped open her utility knife and unscrewed a cupboard doorknob. A minute later, she felt herself being wheeled away. Then she watched her surroundings pass by.
A door saying 'Brain Studies' passed by. The room number was 103, and Dem was able to glimpse inside through a slightly open door. Two shining chairs held her friends. She chucked another penny as a distraction and the guy went looking for it. Low-tech, but a penny had 101 uses. First use: A cent in money. Second use: A handy distraction. The employee wasn't too bright, but it made her job all the easier as she slid from the cabinet, fixed the doorknob and crawled into the alcove near the door. The guy wheeled away his cart, leaving her alone on her mission. Time to rescue her friends.