Sarah McGee didn't know how right she was.
Whoever had stocked the car had certainly done their research. As soon as Sarah sat down she opened the mini fridge situated between the two seats opposite the ones they were occupying. It was full to the brim of all different types of food and drink, including Sarah's rather unusual pizza preference and several tubs of peanut butter. She reached to get one of them out at the same time as removing a tea spoon from her rucksack. Tim looked at her in disbelief,
'What? I'm hungry!' she said indignantly. Before she could take her first mouthful, Tim wrenched the spoon from her.
'It could be drugged or poisoned! Doesn't this whole thing seem a bit off to you?'
Usually Sarah would have thought rationally about the situation and agreed with her brother, especially after the wholes situation where her peanut butter had been spiked and then she had been framed for the murder of her ex-boyfriend, but she was hungry and filled with anticipation. She needed something to fill her time and at the moment a spoonful of peanut butter was looking very tempting. She grabbed her spoon back off her brother
'Fine, I'll eat it and you won't. That may if they have drugged me or sedated me or something, you are still awake and alert.'
As she finished she put the spoon in her mouth and smiled contently. As he watched her, Tim shook his head in a bemused sort of way. There was no way that anyone could separate Sarah and peanut butter, not even Gibbs would be able to and that was saying something. He settled back and pulled out his laptop. Turning it on, he was surprised to find that there was Wi-Fi in the car, however his laptop had been and untraceable and he was unable to find any indication of what direction the car was travelling in.
It had been nearly 5 hours and they were still driving. After an hour, nothing had happened to Sarah and Tim was feeling hungry as well so he also began to eat. Between them they had practically managed to empty the entire fridge. Finally the car began to slow down before stopping completely. After a few moments where they could hear muffled voices outside it started moving again. Tim came to the conclusion that they had passed over or through something such as a gate. The car stopped for a second time, this time the door was opened, letting bright sunlight into the dark car, temporarily blinding its passengers. As the McGee siblings stepped out of the car they realised that they were in front of a very large building. It had both modern and traditional features which managed to work together to create an impressive building. Even from 100 metres away, they could tell that all the technology and security around the entrance of the building was of the highest standard. You would have to be crazy to think that you could break in. There driver, whom they now identified as a middle aged man took their luggage and led them over to the front of the building. He was required to do a retina and fingerprint scan before the sliding door opened for him. He led them to along a corridor, which was furnished in a simple yet stylish manner, and into a room. There was a wooden table positioned by the end of the room, on it were two piece of paper. One of which had Tim's name on and one of which was for Sarah. Then, for the first time, their driver spoke. He instructed them, with a southern accent, that they were required to sign these contracts. They were basic but had no loopholes and were there to make sure that none of the information they were told in the next few days was shared with anyone besides those who they were given permission to discuss it with. They both spent a few moments understanding and studying the contract before they both signed it. As they gave them to the driver, they looked around the room for the first time. One end of the room was in total darkness and the other was relatively well lit. They had entered through a door in the well-lit half but they could see several doors around the room, all of which were closed. There were no windows.
There were already two people in there, a woman who looked slightly younger than Tim and a man about the same age of Sarah. When she caught sight of him she made an appreciative noise under her breath which only Tim could hear. He turned and looked at her, to find her staring back innocently. He shook his head, sometimes his sister acted like a teenager. An awkward silence prevailed over the room as their driver left them alone. Nobody spoke, unwilling to break the room's atmosphere. They all just stood there, studying each other as inconspicuously as possible. The women was about 5 foot 6 inches, she had long chestnut brown hair that reached her armpits and brown eyes. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a long sleeved white t-shirt with a navy blue blazer. She held herself with confidence but Tim had been trained in investigation and could tell that it was an act, how deep he didn't know. The man who was with her looked like he was European, maybe Spanish or French, this was suggested by his features and his tanned skin. His brown hair was nearly black and he had piercing green eyes. He was wearing a dark jeans with vans and a 'Ramones' top.
They stood there, in the well-lit area of the room, waiting. None of them knew what to expect or what was going to happen. Tim decided that this was how suspects felt in the interrogation room. He was awakened from his thoughts by the opening of a door in the darkened side of the room. All four of them twirled round and fixed their eyes on them. Two figures had entered the room; the light was good enough for them to be able to tell that it was a man and a woman.
The man spoke, 'look at that, they're already moving in sync.' There was a sarcastic note to his voice but the way in which he said the comments hinted that he was just observing out loud. The women with him obviously didn't appreciate his input. She stood on his foot, hard. Tim winced in empathy as the women was wearing black stilettoes with red soles, whish Sarah would later inform him were Christian Louboutins. They walked forwards, stopping when their bodies were in the light but their faces were still covered by the shadows. The woman was thin, but in a healthy way and her arms, the only part of her that they could see, appeared to be toned, entirely muscle rather than fat. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a simple white V-neck top with the stilettoes which highlighted her enviable figure. She had long honey brown hair which reached down to her waist in a mixture of curls and waves. The man, who was stood beside her, also appeared to be physically fit. He was muscly, not in the body builder type way but of someone who looked after himself and wither did a physically demanding job or worked out quite regularly. He was also wearing jeans; his were a navy blue and a pale blue top which had a logo that Tim had never seen before on it. As the four original occupants if the room studied the new arrivals they were doing the same thing. They had studied their files, learnt and discovered everything there was to know about them, all their achievements and failures, they had been the ones to invite them here in the first place, but it was different to see someone in person. They weren't making a judgement but profiling them, the way they were holding themselves, the position that they were standing in and the unconscious movements or gestures they were making, no matter how small. Each detail would be brought up and discussed between the two of them later one but now it was time to explain what exactly was going on. The man and the woman looked at each other, the man nodded and the women began to speak.