Time traveler: The stitch

Part four: Planning a deal

The two men with red ties walked down the grey hallway, their feet in perfect sync as they made their way towards the room at the end of the hallway. Door after door sat on the walls beside them and there were no windows, plain lights hung above them casting little to no shadow as the men made their way.

They reached the door and stopped, one of them reaching forward and knocking twice on the brown wood. "Enter." A cold british voice commanded, the men strode into the small room, it was hardly decorated and had a massive window that took care of the entire back wall. There was a big brown desk with a leather chair turned away from the door, the elbow and hand of a man could be seen on the other side. "Report?"

"The shadow has been contained and is being sent to location twenty three under armed escort." One of the men said, crossing his hands behind his back and standing at attention.

"And what of this..." The hand gestured, "Creature?"

"It appears to be the same one from egypt 1782 and Mississippi 1983." The agent said. "Some of the white ties have taken to calling it 'the stitch.' Sir."

The hand went behind the cover of the chair, "The stitch eh?"

"Yes sir. One of our immortals fought it in the tunnel and his description fits it perfectly. He also confirmed that it ages everything it touches." The man said.

"We already assumed that. But what we must focus on now is locating where it will pop up next." The hand went back to the arm rest, "Have we located Walker Kidd yet?"

"Vector team is moving in to secure him alive sir." He said.

"Was Mr. Blue correct where he would appear?" The voice said, slightly apprehensive.

"Near spot on sir." The agent put his finger to his ear, "Vector team appears to be in need of assistance. Should we dispatch gamma to assist them?"

"Yes. And Charlie. Just in case." The hand reached into the suit and pulled out a fat cigar and brought it too his mouth. A lit match went to the end of it and the man took a deep puff from it. "Now leave. Your betters need to speak."

The agents bowed their heads and turned towards the door, leaving the room and closing it behind them.

The man behind the chair was left alone in the room and he sat solemn in his seat until the sun was beginning to set. He turned around in the chair and faced the door to his room, he reached underneath the desk and felt the small handgun he kept for emergencies and sighed. Letting go of it and coming to a standing position, he passed around his desk and came to the door.

He turned the handle and opened it, strolling down the hallway until he came to the silver doors of the elevator. He gently pressed the up button on it and waited until the silver doors slid apart, the man hesitated before he in, immediately grabbing the handrail and slamming his hand into the 44 button. The doors closed and the metal box began to rise through the air, the man gripped the sides and his stomach lurched as the one minute long ride ended.

The doors opened and the man stepped from it, adjusting his black suit and his black tie. Before him was a hallway not unlike the one where his office was located.

All the doors on this were a silver instead of the boring brown of his floor, but the man didn't dare complain. He wasn't top dog, not yet anyways. With his tie adjusted he walked straight forward and stopped at the conference room door. He entered the room and saw the four other higher ranked members of his organizations sector.

"Ah Mr. Grey." A large man with a long scar across the right side of his face said, reaching out his hand and motioning to the table. "Glad you finally showed up." He gave a soft laugh and Mr. Grey took his seat at the end of the table opposite from the man with the scar.