CHAPTER 1
Most waiting rooms were all alike. Decorated in modern furnishings with a beautiful lady sitting behind the front desk.
The one I found myself in today was relatively the same. The only differences were the lack of anything on the walls beyond the standard dull white coloring most offices used and the tell tale hint of a surveillance camera over the entrance to the main office past the secretarial receptionist for, despite its relatively small size, technology still hadn’t fully resolved the classic light glare problem if you happened to view the lens at just the right angle.
After something on her desk chimed, the red haired woman looked up from her work to briefly smile at me. “He’ll just be a couple of more minutes at most. Would you like anything?” she asked, indicating whatever was behind the partitioned area between her position and the main entrance.
“No. Thank you,” I replied.
Despite having just survived what they were already calling the worst war in history, I was nervous. If he turned down my request…
Then another chime rang.
“Sir. You can go in now,” she announced.
“Thank you,” I replied while rising from the guest chair. After straightening my tie and double checking my appearance the best I could without a mirror, the door to the inner chamber silently but automatically slid open upon sensing my approach.
As I entered the office instead of saying hello, I slowly raised my hands with the open palms facing the room, for I was greeted by a weapon muzzle pointed directly at my chest.
