The Pluto Project

Chapter 3

     The flying stretch limo pulled up, or more accurately flew up, to a large docking station with many red blinking lights. The doors split vertically and a blue shield seemed to replace the open space where the bay door just was. The once red blinking lights changed green, and a loud honking sound blasted through the sky. The car slowly flew past the blue barrier with ease, as if it were never there. It crept up, slowly humming a low sound, and hovered over the pad.
The car shut off, and landed with a soft thud. The bay door shut behind them. Rex looked around the large empty room as it lit up with white, glistening lights all around. There was a few things in there, including a panel, a table, and a massive display screen. Doors started to open around the car, and what seemed like thousands of people poured through them. All of whom had specific jobs and duties that they had to perform to ensure the arrival of the 'important package'. One person checked the remaining fuel of the automobile, another person checked the engine for any imperfections, someone even checked upon the people that were checking them!

 
     This one particular person walked up to the window and tapped on the glass. "Are you the package? Have you been secured?". The 2 men in the car rolled down the window, and replied ,"Yes, he has been secured". The man at the window started to take notes on a brown clipboard, biting his pen a few times. "Ok, let's get him inside then," the man at the door told the men in the car.

 
     "I never got your names," Rex asked them. "Oh, I'm Tom and this is Larry, we've worked in this division for about 3 years now." Tom and Larry escorted Rex out of the car, as he proceeded to follow the man with the clipboard. He led them down a walkway to one of the doors in the room. He opened it up, and inside was a small elevator, maybe the size of a closet where twos company, and threes a crowd. 

     As soon as Rex and Mr. Clipboard (which isn't his actual name, Rex just preceded to call him that for fun) walked inside, he began to press a button that stated 'Info Room'. Rex began to speculate what that floor could be. 'Why is it so different from the other floors? Maybe that's where they plan to land on Pluto? Or that's where they store all the information that people like Mr. Clipboard here turn in classified information to be analyzed.'

     *Ding* *Ding* *Ding*, rung the elevator as it climbed flights of different floors. When they reached their destination, the elevator stopped, and it dinged one more time, with a kind woman's voice saying,"You have reached your destination. Have a great day!". "You too," Rex said. As soon as he said that he realized that it was just a pre-recorded message that re-plays on the elevator when you reach your selected floor. The doors of the elevator opened to a narrow hallway with a single door at the end. There were no pictures, furniture, one of those water jugs with the cups that all offices usually have, nothing. 

     It was blank, with white walls, white floor, and white ceiling. Mr. Clipboard walked down to the very end of it. But he didn't touch the handle. He stood there in front of the door, staring down the peep hole on the door. "Why aren't you opening the door up. Isn't that why you took us to this floor?", Rex was growing rather impatient. He received no response. "Hello? I'm talking to you!". "Access Granted. Welcome, Mr. Smith", a voice from inside the door told to ,apparently, Mr. Smith.

 
      Instantly, the door clicked, then clocked, and said ,"Enter". Mr. Smith then grabbed the handle, turned it, and slid the door to the left. Cold air rushed through the hallway, and Rex peeked past the door frame, and was amazed by how big the area was. It was the central room to the entire base, with loads of gadgets, screens, televisions, computers, and most of all, people. Tons and tons of people working on dozens of things at once. 'Everyone that works here must always be stressed out with work', Rex was thinking to himself.
There were lots of desks too, with piles of paper work, the room must have been at least an acre in size. It was everything he had always imagined a secret meeting room to be. Rex was up on a balcony, with 2 stairs leading down to the left and right of him. He looked to his right and noticed a tall, muscled man walking up the stairs. On his name tag read 'General Johannason'.