Secrets of Dublin

Chapter 2

Whenever I reached the car a man in a suit as black as the night opened the door, motioned for me to enter, and closed it behind me.  He walked around the car, quickly, and sat in the driver’s seat next to me.  The black leather of the car seats felt cool on my skin like ice cubes.  He started the engine and rapidly drove away from my foster home.  No words were spoken during the swift drive to the agency.  I stared out the window as we drove through the city of Seattle.  I saw skyscrapers that reached to the clouds and the Space Needle crowded with tourists.  We drove by Safeco field and I saw people preparing for a Mariners baseball game. 

We reached the Seattle aquarium and parked across the street as we were to walk the rest of the way.  I opened the heavy door and walked across the street that appeared to be as busy as bingo night at the retirement home, and that isn’t very busy.  We entered a small elevator and it quickly descended to Headquarters like gravity was its master and it could go no other direction.  The doors opened smoothly and I was immediately greeted by my tall, skinny, and very pale mentor, Aaron.

“Good afternoon, Venus,” he said to me gesturing for me to walk with him towards his office through the long, dim hallways covered in high-tech equipment. “I don’t have much time to talk, but what I can tell you is that there have been mysterious kidnappings in Dublin, Ireland.  This is where you will be traveling today.”

“Ireland! Like, the Ireland?” I said almost in shock as he nodded his head and rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe it! I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland.”

“That’s great, Venus, but we don’t have a moment to lose,” he said strictly, drawing my attention to a metal table exhibiting some gadgets and picked up a small, glass flask containing a fire-red liquid. “This is a perilous liquid. The one who drinks this will see unembellished mirages that are almost impossible to overcome without precise treatment. Next we have a laser gun, and I bet you can guess what this does,” he shifted his waist to where he was facing the other side of the table that was a freight truck. “I would like to draw you attention to a new gadget. Yes, I know these look like a pair of keys, but don’t be sidetracked by their appearance.  These keys can lock-pick any lock there is, and I mean any lock.”

I gazed at the keys in bewilderment.  I was surprised that Aaron entrusted me with such expensive gadgets considering that I blew up all of those he loaned me during my last mission in Sicily, Italy.  Aaron quickly passed me an emerald green backpack and some attire to change into.  Without another word I was guided to an aircraft that was as bulky as a large elephant.  Once I was situated in the plane it proceeded for Dublin, Ireland.  The takeoff was as smooth as a perfectly polished pebble.

The plane was a cheetah in the sky, seeming to never slow down.  It all seemed as if I was in a dream, never to be awoken.  The crystal blue sky was filled with clouds.  Abnormally, the clouds were marshmallows in the sky.  I felt as though I could reach out of the plane window and touch them; of course, that would be a terrible decision and my arm would probably be ripped of my body almost instantaneously.  The plane accelerated in speed causing the shades covering the small, circular windows to rattle like rattlesnakes.  I took a gulp of my ice cold ginger ale and took a deep breath.  I heard a loud binging noise and heard a computer generated voice of a women giving me direction.  I heard the computer generated voice saying, “Please fasten your parachute and prepare for your descent.” I quickly adjusted my parachute, put on my goggles, and walked over to a large door.  A flight stewardess came and opened the door as she wished me good luck.  I then jumped out of the plane.  The wind was blowing in my face and I could hear it shrieking in my ears.  The ground beneath me was growing closer.  I could see Ireland’s lush, green pastures surrounding me like a welcoming blanket.  Embracing the moment of serenity, I decided it was time to get into the proper state of mind.  I needed to get into the state of mind that would help me save the day, if so to speak.

Once I reached the ground I could feel the cool, crisp air blowing against my skin.  I had been dropped off in the country; it wouldn’t have gone well if I randomly parachuted into a city.  I unclipped my parachute from my back and detected a motorcycle that appeared to be for me.  I walked up to it and read a notecard that read, “Venus, this motorcycle will help you along your mission.”  I took out my keys and inserted one into the keyhole.  After I sat down I turned the key, starting the ignition, and drove forward.  I sped down the curvy and uneven road of the country and observed the pastures.  The pastures were like a secret garden only found in fantasies.  I could see dragonflies dancing in the wind, herds of sheep being tended by their shepherds, and cows grazing on mouthfuls of lush, green grass.  I saw small cottages with smoke coming from their small chimneys and I could smell bread baking on their stoves.  I could hear birds chirping melodies like an orchestra.  The rays of the sun were golden ballerinas dancing in sync with the song and rhythm of the birds.

I had finally reached Dublin and was greeted by the great city.  I saw people going about their day as though nothing was going on, but I knew that not all was well.  I drove my motorcycle across the cobblestone bridge and parked it next to a small boutique that sold jewelry, examining the city boulevards.  I saw nothing that brought up any suspicion and carried on.  I drove around the city and through the winding streets.  I passed buildings of different silhouettes and dimensions.  After what seemed like hours of driving I took a small break.  The city was illuminated with lights.  Each and every corner seemed to be full of life.  Fireflies danced in the moonlight and moths danced in the city light.  I decided to stop by a small bakery and get a bite to eat. When I entered I overheard two Irish men talking about the kidnappings.  Not being able to resist listening to their conversation, I paused and acted as though I was reading the menu posted above the cashier register. 

Authors Note: Hey! What do you think so far? I hope that you like it. I don't think that this story will end up being very long, but don't worry, it's not over yet. I hope to squeeze in a few more chapters. I hope that you have enjoyed your read. Please, if you could do me a favor, recommend this read to anyone you think would enjoy it. I love to share my stories and right now, it's kind of hard considering that I just joined Wattpad. Keep checking back for more!

P.S. Sorry if there were any grammatical errors.