Doppled in Gray [Discontinued]

Doppled in Gray [chapter eight]

CHAPTER EIGHT

I hear a strong ding go off. While rolling around on the bed I try to figure out what I am to do. Am I harvesting carrots today, or taking them to the cleaning center. My eyes open and it all floods back to me. Haran is right in front of me, neither a smile or frown on his face. He is simply looking.

“Didn’t I lock you out?” I ask nervously.

“You can’t lock a guy out of his own room,” he says and then throws me new clothes.

“Get ready, I’m taking you to NOIDD.”

“NOIDD?” I ask confused.

“National Original Intelligence and Defence Department. Independent Special Forces Division,” he answers. “Captain wants to talk to you.”

I grimace severely wondering if I should answer. I cannot believe that I would be able to run from him though. I am also not sure that if I ran he would chase me. We both know that the Superiors would catch me as soon as they saw me. And I would be done forever. I get up and nod.

He tentatively walks out of the room leaving me to change. The clothes that he throws at me are a burgundy hoversuit along with a blazer and the same shoes that I wore yesterday. I shrug and put it on and once I finish walk out to join Haran. We then take the chute down to the parking balcony where the black Beam-R that I touched only yesterday has it's doors open. Before I can walk over to it Haran puts a hand on my shoulder.

"If you touch my Beam-R in the wrong way I will throw you out in mid air. I don't care if your hover is on or not."

I nod quickly in response. For such a young man he sure is menacing.

The sleek black Beam-R is just as beautiful inside as it is outside. The sleek black interior only has two leather bucket seats and a screen showing where we were going. There are tinted windows on both sides and after a moment I am strapped in any flying at dangerous speeds. Beam-Rs are dangerous, General Bramwell said so. But as soon as the thought crosses my mind I realize that General Bramwell says a lot of things, it doesn’t mean they have to be true. I squeal with glee and press my face against the window as I watch the people go by. There are only a few Beam-Rs in the area so we are going at speeds that hoversuits could never do. My excitement peaks when we take a sharp turn almost hitting a building. Haran cant help but smile back at me.

When we finally do stop we are on the outskirts of New Washington. The building isn’t large, in fact, it is smaller than Haran’s condo. As I walk in I am surprised to find not an office but a coffee shop where people are drinking a variety of drinks. Some a deep brown, some the color of cream and some are bright colors of orange, pink, blue and more. Haran walks past all of this into a room marked with the word “inventory”. Inside of the inventory room is a small ancient elevator. It is metal inside and out and from the level we are at it only goes one way, down. Haran presses the button with a five and down we slowly ascent, jazz covers of old Original songs coming from two black boxes.

The doors open and I am surprised to see the elegance that fills the room. It is warmly lit and mosaics cover the ceiling. At the reception desk a small black-haired lady is reading a holograph e-zine. When she sees Haran she grins widely. I duck behind him nervous by her equally black eyes. He walks towards her and leans on the desk.

“Hello Loe, how’s it goin’?” he asks. I can hear the bright smile in his voice. I grumble to myself about him for a moment before looking to her eyes and becoming alarmed.

Her black eyes bore into my leafy green ones. An onyx lasergun goes up pointed directly at my head.

“Who’s she?” she says motioning only slightly with the gun.