Athena and Aiden pulled into the parking lot of The Hidden Spoon, a run-down restaurant that stood on the outskirts of the busy city. The sign swung lazily in the breeze, flickering between "Open" and "Closed" as if uncertain of its identity. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Athena squinted at the peeling paint and cracked windows, a frown creasing her brow. "Why hasn’t the organization refurbished this place?" She mused aloud. "It looks like it hasn’t seen a paintbrush since the late ’90s."
Aiden shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "All the money goes into the operations, not the decor. Besides, it blends in. No one would suspect this place is a front."
"That’s true," Athena admitted, rolling her eyes. "But a little maintenance wouldn’t hurt."
They stepped inside, and the musty smell of fried food filled the air. The diner was nearly empty, with a few patrons scattered around booths, lost in their conversations or scrolling through their phones.
A waitress with oversized glasses ambled over, oblivious to the intentions of Athena and Aiden.
"Table for two?" She asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Just passing through," Athena replied, her gaze fixed on the waiter meaningfully.
The waiter looked at them, more intensely this time around, and when she was satisfied they knew what they were talking about, she gestured to the door at the far end of the restaurant.
"You will find what you are looking for, over there."
Athena and Aiden nodded their thanks, before making their way to the door which led to the storage area.
Athena pushed it open, revealing a narrow hallway lined with boxes of supplies. Dust floated lazily in the dim light, and the sound of clinking metal echoed from inside the storage room.
"Here," Aiden said, spotting the old elevator. He stepped inside and gestured for Athena to follow.
"I guess we’re taking the elevator?" Athena raised an eyebrow. It felt out of place in the dilapidated setting.
"Of course. Do you want to take the stairs?"
Athena huffed, but said nothing.
She rather joined Aiden in the elevator.
The elevator doors closed with a shuddering clang, and the elevator creaked as it descended.
Athena leaned against the wall, contemplating the odd juxtaposition of the grimy restaurant above and the mysterious organization below. "What do you think we’ll find down there?" She asked. "Do you think the director has started interrogating Heronica?"
"I don’t know. But I’m really hoping for answers today. We really need to figure out what’s going on with the gang," Aiden replied, his tone serious.
The elevator finally came to a jarring stop, and the doors slid open to reveal a different world.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, illuminating a vast, steel-laden corridor bustling with activity. Young agents rushed past, their expressions focused as they carried files and portable devices. The air buzzed with urgency, and the faint hum of computers filled the space.
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