Royal Agent

Chapter 3- Meeting with the Royalty

Chapter 3- Meeting with the Royalty

     “They are waiting for us in Suite thirty five,” The agent told me, walking in front of me. We are now in the dorms side of the Headquarters of the CIA and let me just say, the whole CIA property was amazing. No I mean literally AMAZING. All my life, I’ve only seen this place in pictures. And they don’t do justice to the place one bit.

     There was a long pathway in front of the humongous building and I stared in awe as we got off the jet and took a car to go down the path. Really, it was that big. The building was three stories on the left and right side, and one story in the middle. It had one of those sunroofs that curved into a dome in the middle at the end of the pathway, and all the windows were a shade of turquoise glass. The sun was almost setting by the time we landed there and the lights lit up the pathway like a gorgeous entryway. It was so pretty!

     Anyway, I didn’t bother responding to the agent. I was too busy with the two heavy bags that I was now rolling around in each of my hands, a backpack on my slouched back and a huge purse. The agent, on the other hand, had a single file in his hand. A file! And not once has he offered to help me with my luggage. CIA agents can be so rude sometimes.

     Finally, the agent reached the end of the long hallway with me lagging a few feet behind. He motioned for me to hurry up. Well sorry I couldn’t be faster while carrying about a hundred pounds of crap. I almost growled. I wanted to punch him, I really did.

     “We’re here. Behave yourself,” he said again in the same authoritative tone, stopping in front of a door. I swear if he says that one more time, I will personally push him off a cliff.

     The agent, I still didn’t bother asking for his name, tapped on the door three times with a weird pattern. I rolled my eyes. Seriously, we were in the middle of the headquarters, I don’t think just anyone would walk through that door without a purpose.

     “Come in, Agent Rollins,” a stern voice said from inside the room.

     Ah, so that’s his name. Agent Rollins twisted the knob on the oak door and opened the door. I heaved my lopsided backpack up straight, and tucked in a loose strand of hair behind my ear and followed Agent Rollins in when suddenly-

      BAM!

     “Oof”

     THUD

     I was on my butt.

     That freaking agent! I thought he was at least going to hold the door open for me! But as soon as he walked in, he let go of the door and it swung back, causing me to slam into it and land on my butt. As if that wasn’t enough, the room around me suddenly filled with laughter. Thunderous, loud laughter.

     I huffed and started to get up, not even looking at the people in the room- this was just too embarrassing. As I started up though, it hit me that I was carrying about a hundred pounds with the two bags, backpack and purse and that all these made it impossible for me to get up. I hesitated for a second and looked up through my eyelashes into the room full of meanies who were still laughing- except a girl with flaming red hair and a boy with beach blonde hair. The brown haired guy next to them was going crazy laughing, literally clutching his stomach and rolling back and forth on his heels, laughing. Even the stupid Agent Rollins was laughing. It wasn’t that funny!

     The girl who wasn’t laughing caught my eye and gave me a sweet smile, rushing forward to help me. The blonde guy almost immediately followed her, and they took each of the suitcases sprawled on the floor and set them straight before the girl extended her hand to me, still smiling politely. I gave her a small smile and let her lift me up.