A/N: Hello, and welcome back to the insanity that is my mind. Please note that the dividers are mostly scene changes or POV changes. They switch around fast, so brace yourself for the fast pace. Enjoy!
Kurt Hummel slept restlessly, trying to escape the dreams that were blaring sirens, flashing lights and panicked faces. He tossed and turned in his bed as covers flailed and tangled in his legs. Heart pounding and hair a tousled mess, his eyes flashed open as he woke up from one of his scarier dreams in a cold sweat. Springing up, Kurt breathed in and out erratically as he darted his sleepy eyes around the room.
Everything was silent. He sighed as he picked up the fallen covers and glanced over at his blinking clock. 4:55AM. His alarm clock would go off in five minutes. He rolled his eyes as he collapsed back onto his lumpy pillow. His first day of work at the National Security Agency would start today, and he was still completely exhausted. Bleary eyed, his thoughts turned to the past few days.
He'd applied at the agency three months ago, not even expecting a call back. As the weeks turned to months, he was disappointed, but accepted the fact that they probably weren't looking for new agents. He had almost forgotten about his application until he'd received a call approximately a week ago from the agency. He'd been selected as one of the potentials for a new position as a junior agent and was offered a meeting with the head supervisor of the agency. The call for the meeting had been in New York and was mostly paperwork and a lot of signatures. He'd been flown to there from Ohio by the agency. Kurt let a little smile raise his lips as he rested on his pillow at that fact.
After the meeting had come the police check, fitness check, health check, polygraph and one insane week later, here he was: the lowest ranking member at the National Security Agency in New York City. However, it was a good job, guaranteed benefits, and a completely paid for condo in the city. Thinking of how the head supervisor had let him in on the reason for the hasty employment, he considered the circumstances.
One of the senior agents would be let off in a week or so because of his poor results which made room for a new junior agent. Kurt let his eyes close as nerves wracked his stomach. As prepared as he felt, it was still his first day and looking over at his alarm clock—it was starting in two minutes.
"And finally, this is where you'll sign out each day after a regular day in the office," concluded the tired looking woman who had been giving Kurt a tour of the agency headquarters. "Not that you'll be at the office very often as you've signed up to be an agent," she considered.
Kurt looked at her expectantly, obviously wondering what he was to do now. The woman looked around briefly, shrugging her podgy shoulders. "That's basically it. You'll report to the supervisor of your department each morning for a status report, review the current missions, and discuss future plans. Your office and desk are in the B towers, to the left. Here's the key. We hope you enjoy it here at the NSA. Welcome aboard."
She said all this very quickly and handed him a rectangular magnetic strip with small, almost illegible writing engraved on it. The woman nodded, turned around and walked away towards the direction they had come.
Kurt stood dumbfounded in the brightly lit hallway next the checkout station where he'd just been issued a regulation photo identification. Looking down the hallway at the disappearing woman, he took a step forward in the opposite direction of the vanished tour guide, glancing curiously down at his new identification and magnetic key strip. As Kurt briskly walked down the hallway (left, as the woman had added as she'd turned around) a dark haired man turned around the corner and rushed towards him, thumping their shoulders and knocking the ID card and key from Kurt's hand. Kurt's brows pushed together in annoyance as he turned around to face the man who was now running away from him at full speed down the narrow hallway before disappearing around the corner.
"Hey!" Kurt shouted down the hallway, receiving no answer in return as his voice echoed around the walls.
He quickly glanced down the hallway, which seemed to lead to yet another narrow pathway. Kurt frowned down at the dropped items as he bent down the pick them up. As he rose, he considered the strange event, but let it clear out of his head. Shrugging his shoulders, he tried to remember what the woman had said as she'd spoken so quickly. Something about a B Tower? Kurt bit down on his bottom lip as he turned to the left, hoping the hall would lead him to where he was supposed to go.
After Blaine had left the chamber, realization hit him like a brick as he walked quickly down the street, away from the towering skyscraper that housed the headquarters of the National Security Agency as well as the enormous chamber of covert information. He was now a wanted criminal, and there was definitely no "Hey, it wasn't me!" opportunity here. He'd walked into the agency as a hired and trusted agent, signed in with his identification card, walked up the stairs to the chamber, broken the screen and given his fingerprints. There was going to be no doubt about who'd done it since he'd practically given the agents who would investigate the intrusion the answer. In short, he was screwed.
Pressing his knuckles to his forehead, USB key in hand, he turned to walk to the edge of the sidewalk, and raised his hand up to hail one of the many yellow cabs roaming around the streets. As one of the drivers pulled up to the curb, he snatched his hand back, realizing he had no cash and would have to pay by credit card, which could easily be traced back to him. All the NSA had to do was flash a badge at the cab driver and enquire where Blaine had asked to go. He couldn't risk it and he definitely couldn't use his credit cards anymore. Apologizing to the confused driver, Blaine stepped back onto the sidewalk and headed towards the subway, fishing for his metro card deep in his back pocket.
Puzzling about the strange incident with the dark haired man in the hallway, Kurt continued down the narrow hallway, until he reached what looked like a waiting room with an elevator in it. Basic looking red arm chairs were placed against the wall, although the taut fabric suggested that no one ever sat in them, while generic art prints were scattered about the plain walls.
A laminate sign was positioned above the elevator, spelling out "To B Tower". Kurt stepped forward towards the elevator and pressed the button, the only one shown next to the doors. The doors opened immediately, with a dinging sound. He stepped inside, and turned around to face the buttons he expected to be beside the wall of the elevator, but found none. His eyebrows raised as the elevator began to move, the sound of the passing floors whistling around the closed doors. Half a moment later, the steel doors clicked and Kurt felt the elevator beginning to lose speed before stopping completely. Feeling an onset of panic, Kurt desperately swung his eyes around the surrounding walls, looking for a button, or a speaker, something. He heard another click come from above him now, and he spun his head upwards.
"Welcome to the National Security Agency, B Tower. Please insert your magnetic key into the key reader located next to the door."
The programmed female voice paused while Kurt fumbled around with the key strip, pushing it into the slot flanking the side of the door. Instantly the elevator began to start up, speeding upwards.
"Thank you. Please retrieve magnetic key." Kurt did so, as the elevator came to a sudden stop a moment later. The doors opened to reveal a modern office complete with a desk, laptop computer and leather couch facing a large window overlooking the city. Kurt strode forward, sitting down at his desk and running his fingers over the contents. He grinned at himself, as he thought, young man in the city already coming so far. His train of thought was interrupted by loud voices yelling outside his office, before stopping in front of his door.
"What do you mean he's gone? I was just heading to his office to tell him!" shouted the first voice, the harsh syllables slicing through the air.
"All the contents of his desk are gone and his computer has been completely wiped of all contents. Sir, I think he knew," chimed the second voice, a young female one.
"That's insane! There's no way he could have known. I discussed his deployment on the phone, over an encrypted line."
"There's another thing, Sir. It seems…" she hesitated, as if foreseeing her boss' upcoming reaction. "Well, it seems there's been an infiltration in the Information Chamber. It was him. All records show that a Blaine Anderson signed in and we have him on all cameras too."
The man gave a roar of rage that shook Kurt and made him recoil against his desk as he heard something smash against the wall.
"I need a priority team on this now! Where is everyone? That new guy, what's his name, Kevin? Get him on this; he's going to be our undercover agent. That Blaine scum already knows all of our older agents."
As the man continued his rant, Kurt took a few steps towards the door and turned the door handle, as he took a deep breath and calmly spoke.
"Hello, Sir. My name is Kurt Hummel, and it would be my pleasure to assist you."
