Chichester Mansion

Young Detective

A working detective has no hope of understanding what even experts who devote their lives to the study of criminal psychology can't figure out.

-Mark Fuhrman

Éclair's POV

The limousine pulled over in front of a tall establishment. The General said we have the top floor of this building and there is no need to be worried because no one will recognize me in this get up. I was wearing sweatpants with a sleeveless top and a wig that matches the color of my eyes. Ash mauve. Though it can't be clearly seen with the thick rimmed eyeglasses I was wearing.

As we were walking towards the elevator to get to my new office, the general tried to lessen the awkwardness between us.
"Do you feel comfortable with your eyeglasses Lady Éclair?"

"Huh. I'm still trying to get used to it. Thank you."
He showed me a half smile that tried to reach his eyes but didn't. Something flashed in his pair of green, probably pity or regret. He knows what this eyeglasses is made of and what it is for. I can't just remove it as I please, even if it might hurt me.

"No. I'm the one who should be thanking you for taking up this challenge your grace. It's an honor to work with you."

So formal.

"Huh. You are still my boss regardless of my social status. Please refrain from calling me with honorifics."

"Of course I shall comply to that. Pal."

"Pal?" My intonation sounded a little higher.

"Yes your grace, your name here will be Pal Bond."

I do not particularly hate it but I don't appreciate such a name. I literally choked when I heard it.

"Are you alright Pal?"
He asked, amused by my reaction.

"Director why...that name is disgusting."
Makes me want to puke...

"Well, the young lord requested for that name exactly. He made your resume and made up your fake life story for security purposes."
Security his face. He must be dying in laughter when he made that up.

"Huh. I'm fine with Pal but Bond is a little.."

"He's addicted to James Bond, Pal. He thought of the surnames Li, Chan, Croft, Jolie, Seagul, Lee, Jones and Willis. Apparently all these surnames are from action stars he watched in some movies . He was troubled choosing the surname that would suit you best, finally he picked Bond."
Blast him! Blast him and his movies! Darn. Darn Eadiot!

The general must have noticed I hated the name so he tried to make me laugh.
"He was so excited because you're going to be a young detective." Now that's a white lie. I know he despised the idea! The name is obviously a revenge because I agreed to the offer! Because I said yes even if he already said its dangerous. Damn him and his schemes.

I ignored the amused expression of the director and practiced how I would interact with the other members of the division.

"We're here." The elevator took its stop to a well painted floor. One which you would think of a 'road to heaven' with its lucid plain white paint. The floor has nothing. No people, no things, nothing. All I see is emptiness.

"Let's get inside this room Pal." said the director.

But-

"I see no room."

He positioned his right hand into the air and immediately a laser automated by a machine out of who knows where scanned his hand print. Next, it scanned his whole body before a robotic voice said 'General Smith' followed by 'Access granted'