CHAPTER THREE Friday 25 November 2011
Chapter ThreeIt was 3 p.m. James stepped out of the tube. He glanced around for the tall building. He saw it and walked towards it. The majestic building was golden, like it's name, and the doors were silvery white. There were about twenty floors and the windows were wide open. James supposed that each room on the fifteenth to the nineteenth floor had a window and a balcony. And each balcony were pretty near each other. It's easy to jump across... James shook his head and reprimanded himself softly," No, James Kridle. You're a really normal kid, living a normal life." He stepped through the silvery doors and gasped. The place looked like a hotel. The ceiling is about four floors up and the railings are pure gold. There was a reception corner and a ticket counter. Each staff looked friendly and there was a smile plastered on all their faces. James walked over to one of the racks that held brochures and took a look at them. He picked one brochure that was a tour to Japan. One week in the district and one in the countryside.
The lady had barely touched his shoulder and James had already whirled around. His expression changed from a face that was slightly furious to a poker face. The lady smiled.
"James Kridle?" James nodded his head and stared at her suspiciously. She looked young, around her thirties or forty, at most. She wore a red spectacles with a Levi brand and she was wearing power lady dress style; She wore a dark blue turtle neck with a navy blue skinnies. Her foot wear is a 3 cm high heel. She took out an orange mentos sweet and sucked it. She gestured towards the lift and James walked toward it.
James entered the lift and glanced around; it had one CCTV. The doors closed and the lady pressed the fifteenth floor. James looked at this action curiously, why press the button after the doors close?
Little did James know, the doors concealed an X-ray that scanned the bodies of the people entering the lift, checking for any dangerous objects hidden in the body. A heat sensor was activated when the lady pressed the button and it would tell the staff in the control room about the items that people in the lift are carrying. Bombs, guns, drugs, everything will be recorded. Not that any of them would have past through the front door. The silvery doors had ultra sensitive rays that would send messages to the alarms which would sound the moment they detect gunpowder. Once they detect any powder or organic substance, it would send messages to the reception corner's staffs' computers and they would check the identity of the person. Back in the lift, once they left the ground floor, another set of rays would have scanned them and sent messages to the control room about the identities of the people, if they are people not supposed to be in the building, they would be sent straight up to the control room where they would meet armed guns with the latest riffles - Silver Pointers. However, James and the lady are identified to be staffs and are approved to be sent to the fifteenth floor.
The doors opened and James stepped out. The fifteenth floor was unlike the ground floor. The ground floor was golden with marbled floor yet this level felt dead. James is not going to like this at all.
"This way, please."
James did not move. The lady said again," This way, please." James looked at the lady in the eye, "No. Who are you? What's this place?"
"Golden Travelers."
"You are lying." James snatched up a single paper from a nearby desk and prompted," what's this then?" He looked at the heading," it wrote," FIRE WHISK," he threw that paper in the lady's face and took another paper and shoved in her face," how about this? It wrote," he turned the paper around and looked at the heading and stopped.
"What..."
The lady was quick. She stepped sideways and gave a soft slap at James neck and James crumpled. James did not even felt the blow. The lady's face was grim and she held James in her hands. She placed him gingerly on the floor and someone's shadow feel above her. She did not lift her head to look at him and said, " The boy is too observant."
" Put him the guest room. We'll wait till he awakes and explain what we want with him."
" He is too young."
" We have to use him. We must."
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