Chapter Two.
The doors of the elevator opened and Holly stepped out. She blinked in the darkness. She stuck her hands out in front of her and stumbled forwards hoping to find a light.
Then... All of a sudden, the light found her. And her surroundings were lit by big white beaming lights, blinding her mometarily.
"Just had to break out the emergency lights, sweetheart, never get any light in this dingy old place." A middle aged man in tartan trousers and a bow tie adressed her politely.
Holly gaped at him. This place was hardly dingy! Bright white tiles lined the walls and floor, and the ceiling was clear shiny glass. Computers of every size and make were buzzing and downloading, and men in crisp lab coats bussled around everywhere, tidying and such as they went.
"Philip Phillips," the tartan-trouser man said, extending his hand.
Stifling a laugh at his unfortunate name, Holly shook his hand and muttered, "pleased to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine me dear. But before we get all chummy with one another I should introduce you to your gadgets. They're the real reason you're here right?"
"Right." Holly answered and followed him to a table, central of the room.
"Firstly.. a mobile-telephone"
"Already got one." Holly answered, showing him her brand new iPhone. She glanced at the one on the table. No way was she taking that thing, it was ancient!
"Not one like this, it takes fingerprints and scans oganic materials, plus it works without credit or signal. And it comes im whatever style you want, so no panicking."
It was like he had read her mind.
Next..
"A belt?" Holly asked him unsurely.
"Yes miss, but this belt is fitted with a climbing string and mechanism, which I'm sure you'll agree is very handy." Phillips laughed at a joked that only he had seemed to hear.
"And finally, my favourite..."
"Smarties!" Holly smiled, finally something to eat.. she was starving.
"Exactly! But you don't eat these smarties."
Damn it!
"They act as miniture bombs!"
Even better, Holly smiled.
Holly signed onto IM later that evening, and found a new message already open on her laptop.
TheBoltonWonder: Holly, I don't want to be stuck with you anymore than you want to be stuck with me. Personally I think you're a liability and I don't particularly want a newbie. But beggars can't be choosers, so I've made the descision for us to try and get along. For the sake of the CIA.
How very noble of him, she thought sarcasticly.
HollyBerries3: Whatever.
TheBoltonWonder: Great, we leave tommorrow.
TOMMORROW ?
HollyBerries3: Say what ? I haven't even been 'breifed' yet !?
TheBoltonWonder: Basically, Camp Cadoolie is for kid genious' and athletes, recently kids have gone missing and it our job to find out why. I'm going under the name Danny Sandford, and you'll be Holly White. I'm going for football and your doing art.
Perfect, art was her best subject.
TheBoltonWonder: Oh, and you're supposed to be my girlfriend.
Holly nearly fell off of her seat laughing, her and Danny hadn't even had a three-word conversation yet, let alone kissing or anything.
HollyBerries3: I'll believe it when I see it.
Then she signed off.