A fine day, Crawford walked around the organization, checking over the stuffs, a cream colored file in his hand, having someone's profile in it, stated clearly as confidential. He climbed up to the main floor, and walked ahead. All of a sudden, he heard a low voice coming out from an empty corridor. There were low lights there, so he wasn't able to see far. He couldn't comprehend what it was, but it seemed very odd to him. He cautiously sticked to the wall, and walked sideways and slowly, towards the voice. As he grew nearer, he could hear clearer. The voices seemed like large growls. He drew more closer, and was able to guess that there were two of them.
"What could it be?" he grasped, "Monsters?? . . . but how did they get in here . . . I have to check it!"
He drew very close, and he saw Joshua and Sonia there. Their backs towards him.
"Joshua, Sonia," he called out, "Where are the mons-"
He suddenly stopped speaking when Joshua and Sonia turned towards him. They had a glass in their hands, with some drink inside it. He looked up, and behind them, was a soda machine.
"That wasn't monster growls, it was you guys having a competition, of who makes the loudest burp . ." guessed Crawford.
"Guys this is an office, how did a soda machine come in here??"
"Chief!" echoed a voice in the corridor, and Israr appeared from behind Crawford.
He looked at Crawford thoroughly and exclaimed,
"Woow chief, you look very fit, have you been working out in the gym?"
"Well yes . . . yes . . . thanks for noticing though," replied Crawford blushing a bit.
Israr put his hand across Crawford's shoulder, and started taking him in the other direction talking to him.
"Chief you have to tell me, how to get myself up to your fitness, chief you gotta help me out here . ." said Israr keeping Crawford occupied. Then he slowly turned his face towards Joshua and Sonia and made a hand sign to continue with their sodas and that he would take care of Crawford. Joshua and Sonia laughed over it, and started trying different flavors one after the other.
That wasn't all for the day. A few hours later, Crawford walked pass through the eighth corridor, still holding the cream file in his hand. He suddenly heard shrilled shouts and screams. He became alarmed, and dashed towards the room, from where the screams of despair were coming from. It was the 'Excess storage room', the door was slightly opened, allowing Crawford to peep inside, so that he could analyze what kind of trouble or villain he would encounter, and prepare accordingly. But what he saw completely overwhelmed him. It were Israr, Veer and Dharam jumping over cushions. They had actually managed to convert a room made of concrete and bricks into a room completely made of cushion. Moreover they had made a wide hole it the middle made of cushions all over, so that they could jump into it. And a lot of spare cube shaped cushions lying everywhere, so that they can use it to throw at it each other and play around.
"You were right," shouted Dharam excited, jumping over the cushion floor, "this seriously is so much fun!!"
"See I told ya!!" remarked Israr, jumping too.
"Let's see, who jumps the highest, and jumps into the hole with style!!" challenged Veer.
"Your on brother!!" said Dharam.
