Chapter 11- Bulldozer

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The next day at exactly 11:30 AM we left for the C.I.A's headquarters, my instincts were telling me that we were going to get yelled at by Mrs. Bird.
     The C.I.A's headquarters was super high tech with huge black tinted windows plastered all over the walls that made it look like it was midnight.
     My mind was going wild, me longing to be a secret agent since I had watch my first action movie made me fidget in my spot.
     Mitch and I sat at two metal chairs waiting impatiently for her to call us in until Mitch had enough. Pounding at the door he hollered, "Let us in! We've been waiting out here for an hour!"
     All I hear is Mrs. Birds voice booming from inside, "I did not give you consent to pound on my door! Wait like a normal person!"
     He mimics her from the outside door and I can hear loud high healed boots thumping on the floor coming straight for us.
     "Mitch, I won't if I were you she's coming." Like on cue she wipes open the door.
     "Come on in make yourself at home, oh sorry you've already done that haven't you!" She says aggravated.
     He doesn't even care, he tracks in like a bulldozer and sits in her rolling chair.
     "Now this is the life." He says putting his feet on her desk, Mrs. Birds face is one of horror.
    "That's the evidence!" She hollers.
     "Then it's your your fault! You should have known what I would do, like you always say 'bulldozer coming through whenever I approach!"
      "Ok let's just get to work we have a lot to cover." She says exhaling.

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