"Sir, I need a moment of your time," said a man with a pressed, charcoal suit with matching tie and tinted sunglasses as he entered the "big man"'s office. The name "Jensen" was scribed on a decorative nameplate pinned to his right breast, and he resonated a scent that one could compare to that of a new car. He looked like the quintessence of a spy action flick.
Holograms of what presumably was the a globe of the entire planet floated about the room and highlighted major cities and various points of interest, and the office was augmented with the most fancy, tasteful decor. Jensen couldn't help but notice the velvet decor that laced the ceiling and the expensive, archaic looking artifacts that were perched throughout the room.
"This better be good, Jensen." From behind the tall and polished mahogany desk and expensive swivel chair, He spoke. His voice carried authority and brandished a demand for respect. Jensen's confident demeanor was abruptly vanquished as his voice started to shake.
"Administrator, I have the report you wanted. It has all the details of the facilities and individuals you requested."
"Thank you Jensen. Leave it on my desk."
"Yes sir," Jensen replied. In a straight, upright posture and disciplined fashion, the agent walked towards the Administrator's desk and placed a plain yellow folder labeled "top secret" down. Jensen held his breath as he paused and tilted his head at an angle to mimic the folder's position. In a rather OCD fashion, he arranged the folder slightly to center it on his boss's desk. He t turned to exit the office when he was suddenly stopped by The Administrator's deep, commanding voice, but this time his voice carried a sting of sarcasm.
"Oh, and Jensen." "Yes sir?" "Take those damn sun glasses off boy. You are in an underground cave son! That and you look like a terrible James Bond movie took a shit and you popped out."
"R-Roger that sir." Mouth slightly agape, Jensen's once straight posture slumped with defeat and he exited the office.
The one appropriately called the Administrator stood on his feet and left his chair to swivel and creak ever so slightly. His pitch black hair was long and rested heavily on his shoulders. It resembled the darkest night with gray streaks that seemingly resembled the luminous glow of the moon. His azure eye was set on the view out of his window, which constituted the entire wall of the floor his office resided on inside the building. His left eye was covered by a black, high tech eye patch with a crown of thorns that resembled the color of a ghostly white glow. His countenance was covered in scars that he had earned, and the natural creases in his brow led those who gazed upon him to feel like each mark had a very specific story.
The window revealed the installation his office currently resided in, which resembled a military research facility that was fortified with: iron gates, locks, sliding doors, metal detectors, security with manned and unmanned measures galore, and technology. But the cave-like formations all around in the peripheral vision provided a safe haven for the facility underground. When they said Black Thorn operated in the seam of darkness, they weren't kidding.
His gaze was interrupted along with his silence as he let his inner thoughts escape into the corporal plane.
"The selected individuals should be arriving shortly. Better hurry, can't keep them waiting." He picked up the folder on his desk and sifted his fingers through its contents. As plain as the folder was, it possessed many a dossier on key individuals specifically selected for an important task. Now, all he had to do was brief them. "After all, we pride ourselves on being professional, don't we?" The Administrator muttered as he navigated hallways and corridors. He was courteous to respond to all of the "Good morning sir," and "Good to see you, boss" type greetings from the staff that passed him to and fro with a small nod and hearty smile.
After arriving at two metallic, gigantic doors with the familiar crown of thorns embedded within the steel, the authoritative figure straightened his posture and rested his palms against his thighs. six bullet sized holes opened and tiny black prongs popped out revealing a laser security scanner. As green traces of light scattered around him while gathering his biometric date, a small camera that resembled an iris of a human eye opened in the middle of the Black Thorn logo.
The camera started to mimic the rapid movements of an eye as it analyzed the data it was receiving. The sound of a British female citizen spoke out and greeted the Administrator with prompt identification. "S.A.L.I. now online. Height, identified. Cybernetic augmentation, confirmed. Biometric status, confirmed. Now preparing retinal and blood identification scan."
The Administrator sighed as he placed his good, uncovered eye level to S.A.L.I.'s camera. A small, red light shot directly into the pupil and split into little tiny specs that outlined the iris of the interrogated leader's eye.
"I swear I feel like I would have an easier time breaking into Fort Knox then getting into my own briefing chamber..."
"Security measures are in place for a reason, you know," replied the A.I. It almost seemed to mimic the art of sarcasm humanity has mastered perfectly.
"Yeah, Yeah, SALI. Just hurry it up. Our guests will be arriving shortly. You did receive their biometric and security clearance data already, correct?"
"The company requested has been successfully been entered into our database. Iris confirmed. Please stand by for the blood identification security measure."
"Good. I don't want you to vaporize my agents before their mission is done." The laser turned off and the Administrator stood upright once more; this time his countenance started to wince. A black circle no bigger than a bottle cap was revealed by a rotating panel built into the wall.
"God I hate this one, SALI. Do I really have to do this again?"
"It will only hurt for a moment. Please place your right thumb on the panel."
With a small sigh, the Administrator complied with the rather pushy A.I. As he rested his thumb on the designated panel, a large needle shot out at an insurmountable amount of speed and punctured the skin. Blood slowly seeped into the panel as small, red pathways lit up and traced back into S.A.L.I's eye.
"Blood analysis complete. Identification procedure complete. Welcome back, Administrator."
The massive doors started to grind and roar as they submerged into the floor beneath him revealing the briefing chamber. A giant table took residence in the center of the humongous room with the familiar logo embedded in the middle as well. A quite large blue holographic screen appeared behind a chair that was distinct from the others surrounding the sphere; it was coated with black and red paint instead of the plated gold that the others possessed.
"You knew it was me the whole time you wench."
"Now now, that is no way to speak to a lady. And I enjoy making you jump through hoops every now and then, Sire."
"Well you have made that much very clear, SALI. I only wish I was Clairvoyant enough to catch you as you are barking at me to jump so I can decommission you with a clear conscience."
"You wouldn't do that Sire, you love me too much."
"That I do. When shall my guests arrive?"
"Lieutenant Jensen is letting them through now, sire. Briefing should commence within the hour."
The Administrator folded his hands behind the small of his back with a smirk.
"Excellent..."
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