Disney Undercover

Mr. Clark

"Come with me, please." The blond man orders. I follow behind him, a blanket tightly wrapped around me to warm me up. We walk down a set of corridors that I've never seen before. We walk in silence with the occasional 'Turn here.' Or 'Turn there'.
"Where are we going?" I ask, trying to break the silence.
"The man in charge."
"So you're taking me to Micky Mouse?"
"No. Not at all." He flatly says which ends our conversation. We walk some more, eventually walking into an office. He does a specific and complicated knock, and opens the door.
Mr. Clark runs across the room, clearly flustered. He keeps going back and forth, looking at files. He grits his teeth as he looks at a red one.
"We're here, sir." The blond man says.
"Took you long enough!" Mr. Clark snaps, not looking up. "Where the heck were you?"
"Obeying orders?" He raises his voice.
"We have an issue on our hands!" Mr. Clark panics. "The little boy from the lake! He- he was a Ricky Rat! And his whole family? Just the same!"
"Ricky Rat?" I whisper is the blond man's ear.
"Anti-mickeys" He explains.
"He jumped off, swan down, and breached the system! There's a virus in every program!" Mr. Clark finally looks up. "Amber! When did you get here?"
"I've been here this whole time."
"Doesn't matter! Call them in!" Mr. Clark requests.
"What about her?"
"She stays." He orders.
"But she doesn't have training! Or clearance, or testing! She can't stay!"
"I say she can, so she will."
"But sir-"
"No, Ashton! We brought her down here to invite her to the force!" Mr. Clark snaps. Ashton. The blond haired man's name is Ashton
"But she hasn't said yes! What if she's one of them?" Ashton irks.
"And she's still standing right here!" I chime in.
"Right." Mr. Clark admits. "Amber, there is something you need to know, which can be explained on the way. Let's start with an introduction. My name isn't Ben Clark. It's actually Mark Benson."
"Best alias ever!"
"I work for a secret agency for the Disney Company. This is Ashton Fletcher, he's a field agent."
"Hi," I grin.
"Hi," He arrogantly responds.
"Get her to wardrobe!" Mr. Clark- er- Mark waves.
"But she still hasn't accepted!"
"Brown, you in?"
"Obviously, Yes." I say.
"Great!" Mark celebrates. He presses a button on his phone.
"Costuming, this Brenda, How May I help you?"
"Hello, Brenda, this is Mr. Clark. Can I please speak with Fatima, please?"
"Right away, sir!" She happily chirps.
"Hello, this is Fatima" A happy voice greets.
"Yes, hello Fatima! I was wondering what your stock was on a gold Genie costume?" Mark asks.
"Mark!"
"Hello, I've got a newbie who needs a celebrate costume..."
"Send her down!" She squeals. Instantly, they hang up.
"Do you know where costume room B is?"
"Obviously, I've worked here for 2 years!"
"Great. Report to there immediately."
"Yes sir." I say. I leave the room, and run to costuming. A young woman wearing a flowery hijab is there waiting.
"You must be the new girl!" She hugs me, tightly. "I'm Fatima! What's your name?" She asks me as we walk into an office space.
"Amber." I gasp for air as she releases me.
"What's your pant size?" She asks as she takes a tape measure to my leg.
"6 and a half?"
"Try a 7 next time,"
"What? Why?"
"They'll fit your body better, and there's bigger variety"
"Oh."
"Found it!"
"What? Found what?"
"This!" She grins as she holds up a black shirt with black plating and plain black pants. "Try it!"
"Where's a changing room?"
"Down the hall, to your right"
"Thanks!" I walk down the hall, and to my right, and see changing rooms. I walk in and out, and back to the office area.
"Perfect!" Fatima squeals when I walk in.
"Nice." I grin when I look in a mirror.
"Next stop, cafeteria!"
"Yes!"
"Let's go!