Order of Odium: Classified (In progress)

The Pyramids

From the files of the Order of Odium, C214-A - "The Pyramids"

The events related in this story are true and verified, although the names have been changed. The editor of this story/book known only as "S.L. Stone" has recreated the stories based on interviews with former employees of the secretive "Order of Odium".

The "pyramids" as many colloquially called them were relegated to room 214, in Hangar C, where objects that were declared "safe" as long as they weren't touched. All objects contained in the various rooms, hangars, and "other dimensions" were always guarded by armed staff, and were only allowed to be accessed by those with the appropriate clearance levels.

Ashley was on guard duty with the new guy, Khaleel. Kaleel had just earned his level C clearance and was allowed to guard/watch experiments done of level C artifacts. Although he had worked for the Order for a few years, to everyone on level C he was called "newbie".

Level C wasn't dangerous for the most part; and most employees saw it as a stepping stone to a higher classification level and thus, a higher salary, same as the two previous clearance levels. Just doing their time in the lower levels until the big money started coming in at level D and above.

Nothing ever happened here, so Ashley was unsure why the pyramids needed 24 hour guarding, but whatever. The shifts were always easy, if boring, and Khaleel was an interesting guy to talk to. He was from India before being recruited for the order, Ashley from the United States, so the two of them often talked of their respective homes to pass the time.

"Hey Khaleel, tell me about cricket again. It really sounds like the bastard child of baseball and some of the hick games we used to play in the states during the summer."

"You're an asshole, Ashley," Khaleel chuckled and shook his head. His Indian accent still thick, despite living on the grounds for years. "America has a sport called "football" where they spend 95% of the game using their hands.You don't have the high ground here."

Ashley smiled. Giving Khaleel shit was one of the joys of guard duty, where most of the time they only sat around and waited unless an experiment was being conducted, which was more and more rare lately.

"What was that? I couldn't understand you with your horrendous accent and all that curry in your mouth."

"Fuck off Ashley. I told you "curry" is a powder, not a food. Besides, you're just as hard to understand when you're constantly stuffing your face with hamburgers and fries. I hope you're wearing your maternity clothes today so you don't bust a button or something."

"That was this close," Ashley held her arms out from her body as wide as she could. "To being a somewhat decent insult. I'm proud of you Khaleel!"

"You're such a dick," Khaleel said, smiling.

"You got me. My dick is probably bigger than yours." Ashley mimed holding something large in front of her crotch. "It's so big I've gotta have a friend to hold it for me while I piss. Why do you think they brought you here?"

Khaleel didn't say anything, he was busy staring at the pyramids.

"Ashley, be quiet. Look." He pointed towards the bottom of the leftmost pyramid.

The pyramid seemed to be shimmering. It was like looking at a road on a hot day; invisible waves moving across the area, making anything behind look out of focus.

Ashley keyed her mic and spoke, "Charlie, this is two-one-four. Do you copy?"

A voice replied almost immediately. "Roger that two-one-four, I hear you five by. What do you need?"