AGENT FRANCIS // @gonnabefine
“Yeah. I got a good look.”
Right before they’d tried to cold-cock him. Should have seen that one coming, but there’s something off about this place, a little unsettling, and it feels like it’s thrown him off-guard, just a little.
“He was –”
Mouth opens to describe him to her, and doubt creeps up his throat to crush his words on their tongue. Had he been taller than Charlie, or shorter? A moment ago he could have said with certainty whether his hair was dark or light, he’s sure. Had it even been a man? Fingers rise to head, checking that the wound isn’t worse than he’d thought. There’s no dizziness, no nausea.
“ – I don’t know.” He unholsters his gun and flicks off the safety. Premature, perhaps, but the security is welcome. “You see which way they took off? Can’t have got all that far.”
“ It’s this w ---”
Carol stops. Hadn’t this been the exit? Not exactly one to lose track of space, to get lost --- in a building, too. Offices aren’t made for difficult navigation. Practicality and reason are part of the design. But here’s the entrance to another hallway; one that looks exactly the same as the one she’d just left.
Perhaps, door number two. Doesn’t seem like a mistake ( those come far and few --- perfection key, and the name of an admiral always at risk ). Save face, the confusion that had spread disappears as she moves to the other door and opens it.
It’s the same.
Unease settles in her stomach, and the hand that stays on the handle of the door loosens. She taps her fingers. A lick of her lips, and a step back to open the space beside her to the other agent. “ --- I think I’ve run into a small problem here. ”















