Chapter 2
The small remote whirred and beeped like an ambulance having a fit, making sure the sound it emitted was heard through out the whole house: from the kitchen where Bobby was currently busy preparing for dinner to the bedrooms upstairs where they seldom resided.
Sherry and Kaylee simultaneously glanced at the ringing device; that rang with an insistent annoying beep, and then looked away. Both were preoccupied with the view of their familiar living room; pointedly ignoring the ringing remote
Kaylee sat and stared at the wall, which was adorned with several pictures of natural sites of beauty; her favourite was the beautiful picturesque of a forest the three friend had gone on an ‘assignment’. The picture was hauntingly beautiful in it’s black and white glory, with all the leaves swaying to a non-visible whispering wind, twigs laying about marking unknown territories and trees bent into an archway alluding the scene to seem like a corridor leading to hidden secrets or maybe an escape from reality.
Sherry Lynn simply snatched a magazine which had laid ontop of the messy coffee table in front of the couch and proceeded to ‘read’. After reading a page from the magazine, Sherry snorted with laughter.
‘Oh how misfortunate for those wealthy brats to have accidentally worn the same dress!’ thought Sherry Lynn with dry humour as she read the overdramatic reaction and reason for a catfight between two teen-stars.
“You guys gonna answer that?” called Bobby who was busy trying to find pasta in their kitchen. Silence met her question as both teens in the living room acted as if they couldn’t hear her which was impossible since the kitchen had an open archway leading towards the living room.
Sighing with frustration, Bobby abandoned her search and stalked to the living room; annoyed by the pollution of sound made by the wretched device.
Snatching the remote from the coffee table, where it laid inside a puddle of magazines, Bobby played with the thought of throwing the remote away but her conscience got through to her. She clicked the enter button on the remote while pointing it to the Television sitting opposite them all.
Immediately the Television came to life, showing a man who sat behind a forbidding looking desk with sitting primly faced with a stoic expression of a terse and ‘by-the-book’ air.
“Took you long enough to answer that machine.” stated the man, his tool bar moustache twitching slightly as a brisk voice escaped his frowning lips.
No one answered his statement.
Cold harsh eyes surveying the three girls and the living room from the glass of the TV set, stopped and focused on an object which laid innocently on top of the coffee table: Sherry Lynn’s file.
He stared hard at them all, from Kaylee who sat at the far right determinedly staring at the floor, to Bobby whose expression practically said ‘screw you’ and finally reaching Sherry Lynn staring blankly at the opposite wall.
“I see you’ve gotten your files, have you read them?” the man asked, his eyes getting smaller as his frown became more pronounced through the screen. Pixel after pixel delivering a very loud message of contempt.
“Obviously you haven’t, you silly girls wouldn’t have gone passed the first page.”
barked the voice, making the three girls either clench their fists or bite their tongue or for Bobby’s case raise a very arched eyebrow towards the man.
“Well, maybe your company shouldn’t have picked us ‘silly little girls’ for this work then.”
Bobby’s answer pierced the air, her eyes shining behind the shield of her spectacles, giving off an air of danger which was readily recognized by her two friend both at her side.
“I’d like to remind all of you, that as long as you are binded by the contract you had readily signed you will treat me with respect!” raised the man, anger again portrayed by the twitching of his moustache and pursed lips.
Bobby again opened her mouth to retort, but was silenced by the pinch and the slight shake of the head at her right side; Kaylee's side. An obvious plea for her to stop before things got out of hand. Looking away from the screen, Bobby opted for silence as the best defense.
The man took her silence as defeat.
“Now, the mission you are going to be handling is a case classified B Omega, you will handle this case with care. The objective is to capture, interrogate and eliminate.” he spoke decisively, cutting the air with the curtness of his words.
“We expect the information to be handed in the moment of duration given. I strongly suggest you to start reading that file before attempting this mission.” His eyes grew smaller, pronouncing the crow foot at the side of his face more than ever. Tensely he re-opened his mouth letting out the last words.
“Failure is not an option.”
And with that the Television set went blank.
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