Won't Meet Any Acquaintances

Crynn POV

"Morgan Blackhand, Militech, here for data transfer," Calian spoke seriously in front of the busy receptionists, either typing something down on their desks or talking and calling with someone else through their eyes. "Wait a second, Morgan Blackhand..." One of the receptionists raised an eye towards Calian as she proceeded to press some more keys on her pad.

"Yes, you are expected, take the usual elevator down and head to the data checkpoint," she then proceeded to take something out of her drawer, silently placing a white keycard towards us. Without saying a single thanks, Calian walked away, perfectly taking Morgan Blackhand's personage deep in act.

We look like a team of bodyguards escorting one important member down this ginormous hall filled with a moderate amount of people. Most are walking in and out some of the sections while others just sat around on the fancy sofa benches around the spot, reading up on documents and digital magazines, taking a relaxation out.

There is also a cafeteria on my left just down a long slant of stairs, this is a very huge place. There, elevator, I thought to myself as Calian hooked at it, taking a breeze of a stroll to it. Jill moved ahead to tap the elevator button as we waited. You know, no matter how futuristic an elevator may be, nothing beats the one on the French Ministry of Magic.

"Ding!" It rang as does any other elevator in the world as we walked inside the empty machination, closing its doors. As soon as we entered, Calian swiped the white keycard on a black sensor as the pad flashed green and showed an assortment of floors to go down to but it instantly chose a floor, no doubt the deepest accessible on this elevator.

"I suppose you'll lead the way, Jill?" Calian dropped his disguise while in the elevator and let a soft breathe out. "Spot on, yes, we will not be heading to the data checkpoint, we will go somewhere else." Jill stepped back one foot and neared herself to the elevator camera, positioning her pad right under it. "Camera down," Jill muttered as she turned the pad off.

"And everything will go as planned?" V stared pointedly at Jill's back, her eyes drilling for an affirmative response. "Yes, there's a large chance of us succeeding," no that doesn't sound right at all. "Large? Where's the remaining chance?" Aria questioned as this elevator continued downwards, and downwards.

"If anything goes wrong, worse case scenario, we'll just die. Best case scenario, we'll fight our way out," so, is it too late to bail out? "Hopefully I won't meet any of my 'acquaintances' because I won't be able to signify any sort of familiar response other than simply faking it which might not go as smoothly," Calian gulped as he readied himself for this.

"I'd say, don't we look weird carrying this many bags. We look like a bunch of chumps out on a camping trip," in a place as consequential as this, look is a necessity, if you don't look the part, you might just get shot, you look the part, and no one will even set an eye on us. But 4 dudes aside from Calian, gripping bags by their hands, that sure looks weird.

"Well, the point is, with 'Morgan Blackhand' by our side, no one will care too much about it. And it's very likely we won't meet anyone Blackhand knows along the way because we're taking a different route to his original everyday grocery shopping lane," just gonna have to trust you on this, huh? That's what you're saying, huh?

"So, what's your bet all of this will result in going to space?" Aria popped in with a ridiculous remark, going to space? I hardly believe in that happening, I severely doubt it. "I mean, look where we started, from our humble beginnings in the US to Antarctica of all places, I can really see ourselves as Neil Armstrong and Buzz Lightyear."

"It's Buzz Aldrin and for the record, the difference between us and your sight is the dissimilarity of us and the first two men on moon. For example, you and I are women, they're men and I'm living in the future 70s not back then 60s. And I'm sure as hell not going to space," V strongly argued and is that worry I sense on her tone?

"Ding!" No matter, we have touched down on our floor, second deepest floor. "Here's how it goes, a normal 'Morgan Blackhand' would go right, we go left," Jill spoke out and we did, we went left because we were told to go left and are promised 'riches' down there by what I mean metaphorically speaking.

"Our prime destination is a small staff room just straight, 100 meters straight," just straight? No bends or anything because sometimes people get confused, this is not a joke (and just a joke). "Blackhand!" A black man just came out of a corner, spotted us and shouted for us with both his hands open for a hug, who was it that said something about the unlikely to meet an acquaintance?

"Richard! How's the family?!" Morgan Blackhand... Calian suddenly turned jovial as he connected the hug, why does Calian seem so collected and familiar? I guess what they said is true, all high executive businessmen are kind, charity oriented disguised under the guise of a damn Hollywood Oscar winner, in a bad way.

"Everything's fine as usual, how's the relationship with Jennifer?" right, that, ehm... relationship to Jennifer, I assume Jennifer Blight, yes the gossips were real, what a surprise... not. "A forward as ever, me and Jennifer are doing absolutely fantastic. We were actually planning this little... secret. We are going to retire!"

"Sorry?! You are retiring Morgan?!" Richard, whoever he is, looks utterly surprised by the ahem, 'news' like an unsuspecting duck. Let's see and hear how our dear 'Morgan Blackhand' talk himself out of this needless conversation.