Smiles Can't Be Stitched Completely

Chapter 22: The C.I.A

   It was just a typical, lazy and late afternoon. The clouds were so thin that it showed more of the oh-so pink sky and the slowly-setting afternoon sun.

  
   The wind was softly blowing against the green, yellow and pink leaves of tall and healthy trees. The pink ones, however, when a lot of them were blown off of the trees who grew them would make the roads, streets and walkways looked like it was showered with Sakura flowers even though the country couldn't grow any of them there.

   Yep. It was such a peaceful and relaxing noon in a country so small. It was worth visiting.

  To tourists, Travelers, and people looking for places to hide. Those 'people' were also known as the C.I.A agents who were looking for places to lay Low. Mostly away from the F.B.Is and the society it's in.

   The C.I.A Headquarters were hidden within in a forest with dead trees and leaves and away from the healthy and natural environment of most parts of the country.

   And in the headquarters, the agents were running around everywhere frantically and going in and out of offices in a flash, holding printed papers and important documents and then accidentally losing a few.

   Watching them carefully from above and his office through the huge one-way window was the chief of them all:

   Chief Brian Silver.

   He shook his head in disappointment before covering the window with huge black blinds. He turned around and walked towards his working table, passing by numerous tall shelves of books about mythical creatures, wanted criminals and villains, and rules for every single country who joined ASEAN, OIC, the UN, the Commonwealth, or even APEC.

   He sat on his black modern chair and sighed in exhaustion and disgust, settling his dark sunglasses on the desk in front of him and beside the golden name tag with his name on it at the edge of the desk.

   He leaned back on his chair and stared at his reflection which was located on his right arm side.

   His usual neat black hair had turned a tad messy. His black eyes were bloodshot and his skin was paler than usual. And he had even forgotten to wear his usual (and favourite) turquoise tie.

   He was stressed, you see. Every single agent in the C.I.A Headquarters were.

   Every single year, crimes all around the world increases either less or more than fifty percent, both in public and in secret, stressing out the Crime Investigation Agency and forcing them to look through visible and cipher-filled files and then even more books full of names starting from the seventeenth century.

   Brian looked away from his reflection and waited. Waited for his anger to subside but it had increased even more in every single second. Because of that, he had lost it.

   "AAAAAAHHH!!!!" He shouted in pure anger and frustration, flipping his glass and highly expensive desk upside down and making the items on it fall down along with it.

   The agents who were below or in the hallways had heard him and froze. Fear showed on their faces before they continued to do their work that had to be done as soon as possible. Actually, less than twenty hours to prove to the F.B.I that they were good at their job and not them.