ion U

pped out of it. Going with something from a shady source was

pal Officer in charge of the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response- she still c

t which trains leave to the farthest parts of town

er enquiry, she smiled. “Of course, Miss Months," she said, surprising Megan that she even knew who sh

to follow. Go to the line supplying the Bronx. Walk down t

on was starting to become a little too covert for her. This is exactly

e would most definitely pay her another visit- which would be even less pleasant than the first- if she didn't comply, she followed the leaflet's exact ins

h blackness. There was absolutely nothing for her to see. I really I'm a

Months?” A voice came with the light and her eyes adjusted to see a man of about seventy years old, with fu

ing back against the door behind her in

ced himself. “Please come w

e led her down the tunnel to a speedboat on what looked like an und

we going to

replied. “My instructions are to take

ought to herself, which, truth be told, Arthur and his covert aff

ience; the latter which even a toddler could deduce with the obvious look the old man was shooting at

hat was what she termed the most important thing. “Alr

tise of a sailor. He weaved through the tunnels without hesitation, picking which road

in New York or not. The turns were endless and they were all underground- she didn't even know how it was possible they hadn't

here and docked the boat at a shore that wa

circles and I just didn't kn

ent she highlighted from the boat, which turned back immediately and returned the way

,” she

head to toe, as if scanning her. “Please input your password,” an AI voice commanded and a virtual keypa

elf, confused. Arthur didn't te

d on her crazy journey to the place and everything clicked into place. 1…1…1…5, she inputte

ced her right hand on the scanner. “Welcome, Megan

after her, and the elevator descen

looked everything like an ordinary office building

s were surrounded thickly on all sides by rocks, like the latter had been hewed to accommodate them. The only opening to th

Bluetooth earpieces talking to someone in almost every language on the planet, others flipped through tablets, watching videos and typing responses as they walked fro

een rolled into one enclosure and Megan felt confused as

behind it was the only one she could read a calm and helping vibe from in the m

suit suddenly appeared at her sid

ald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power just like Arthur did an

“I'm the Director of UNCADTRE's paramilitary resp

affairs, the environment, Olympus; they were just too much information for h

her hand just then and forced her back to the present when he turned and begu

ctor,” Megan said as they walked, decid

ou here to find out,” he replied

l me that right now?” S

em. “Look, Megan,” he left her hand to touch her shoulders and she felt a wave of sincerity coming from him, “I know that things

and a section of the wall- both glass and rock- slid open to reveal an elevator. “Tell m

She shot him a

d the only button on the wall and the elev