The Introduction

She meets everyone here.

Chapter 2

                    I walked into a big open office building, complete with large open windows. Tranton walked up to the lady who was monitoring the big front desk.  He leaned over and said one word to her. She nodded and gave him a key card, which he nodded in thanks for.  I nodded at her, as I passed by the desk.  He entered the key card into a slit into the wall.  My eyes widened as I saw the huge room hidden. Rachel came running up to me, hugging me. “Umm, Trant, where are we?” He looked at me in exasperation. “ A) Don’t call me Trant,” his eyes flashed red. “B) Welcome to the Headquarters of U.A.” I looked around the room at all the tech and screens showing jail breakouts and robberies.

   “Hola. You must be Satan. I am head of the organization, Robert Pepper. But you can call me Robert.” I smiled a tight- lipped smile, and nodded. I don’t know what it is, but this guy gave me the creeps. “Hey, Trant!” called another boy's voice.  I smiled, watching Tranton react. This guy popped out of nowhere, smiling playfully. “Luke, you know I hate that. What do you want?” Luke looked at Tranton with sarcastic shock. “Trant, why I am here to see the new maid.” Rachel gasped and covered her mouth and Tranton looked at him with a raw satisfaction. “Satan, come forward and meet Luke.  He wants to meet the new maid.” he said with a smirk on his face. “Punch, Scare or both?” I whisper asked to Tranton, but loud enough for Luke to hear. Tranton smiled evilly. “Both.”  I walked up to Luke.  I decided to punch him first. Before he could get a word in I started talking. “ You are 19. You are a desk agent, considering the fact that you did not block my punch. You have ink on your hands, you are not issued a weapon, but you are in the middle of training, hence the slight limp you have. You live alone, considering that you have a slight high pitched voice from not talking. And you are surprised about how much I know, your eyes keep widening slightly.”

I took a step back and crossed my arms with my arms across my chest, smirking. He went to say something, but then stopped. I looked at Tranton, who was smirking. I turned back to Luke. I took a step forward, while he took a step back. “How do you like the new maid now?” I asked. I watched his face morph into something like terror.  I turned to happen to look at Robert Pepper, who was checking me out.  I took a step forward.  I poked him the chest. “Look, man. Do you want me to grade you to?” he nodded. “Fine.  You are married, you have one kid. You are the leader here, but you’re not top dog. You were at a bar, hooking up with a stripper,” he turned red at that. “And how do you know that?” “You smell like cigar smoke and sweat. Oh, and the sparkles. You did that during your lunch break. You play guitar, hence the clauses. You hold your knife wrong.”

  I took  a step back. “Satisfied?” I asked. He just glared at me. “Oh!” I said. I pulled his knife, wallet, phone and gun, and pack of condoms out of my waist bands. “You have to watch your pockets.” his eyes widened.  I smirked.  Then his phone rang. “Oh, it’s the wife. Should I answer? Tell her what you had for lunch?” he grabbed the phone from my hand. I took a step forward. I whispered, “I have you wrapped around my little finger.” I took a step back, smirking. The entire office was either laughing or gasping. Tranton was smirking and Rachel was covering her mouth in shock. I turned on my heel and looked at Trant. “So,” I said cheerily. “Where's your office?”

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        He led me to a large room on one of the top floors.  It was a very open space, with pictures of his family. “No pictures of girls. Single?” I asked teasingly. He smiled smally. “Sadly yes. Who’s asking?” he teased. “Well, I don’t know. I think Rachel might have a crush on you. She was checking you out earlier.” “Well, you might have your share of lovers.  Robert and every male in the office was checking you out.” I turned to him. “EVERY male?” I asked, smirking. “I, uh, you know what? Umm, how did you really know he was, um, doing the stripper?” I shrugged. “He had sparkles in his hair, and he smelled like sweat. I kinda put two and two together and came out with hooker.  And I saw him coming out of the Circle bar.” I wandered around his office, opening and closing drawers. I opened one particular drawer that made me smirk. “Condoms, really?” he went to say something, then closed it again. He shrugged.  “Hey, a guy's gotta be prepared right?”  I smirked. “Yeah. You a virgin?” he shook his head no. I was slightly surprised to feel a twinge of jealously “You?” he asked.

   I shook my head no also. “I slept with some guy for information. I regretted it.  He was horrible in the sack.” he scoffed. He stood up suddenly, coming closer to me, leaning over me. “How about me?” he asked sensually. I narrowed my eyes playfully. I leaned in closer, running my hand up his shirt. “I don’t know. Wanna find out?” he was an inch away from my lips. He leaned in even closer, brushing my lips as he was talking. “Maybe when we have a little more, um, privacy.” I grinned slightly evilly. “We’ll see. Maybe I won’t feel up to it then.”  He pursed his lips playfully. “Well, then I will force you to.” I leaned closer to him, running my hands up his muscled arms and six pack. “Good luck with that.” I whispered. “What do you work out in?” he asked. “Well, I usually work out naked. But since i’m here….” he grinned slyly. “That I would LOVE to see.” “Oh, I’ll bet.” He kept coming closer. I kicked off me kitten heels and kissed him. I ran my fingers through his inky black hair, causing it to spike up. He lifted me onto the desk, slowly making his way down my neck. He stopped and I looked into his eyes, a brilliant bright purple, stimulating excitement, when a knock sounded. I automatically knew who it was, so I went and hid under the desk, while Tranton opened the door.  “Tranton.” “Mr. Pepper. How can I help you?” “Is that girl still here?” “No, sir.” “Good. I have something to tell you, and it has to remain a secret. I am going to kill the girl. You want to know why?” Tranton didn’t say anything, just came to his desk chair to sit down. I reached up and laid a hand on his knee.

         “The stupid damn girl embarrassed me in front of the office. And how did she know I was with a hooker? Dancing Diamonds is just my craving filler. I am going to poison her with a drink.” I squeezed Trant's knee, I could feel him tensing up. “That's all.” I could hear the chair creak as he stood up, the weight leaving the chair. “This stays between us, ok? Or it won’t just be her getting silenced.” “Yes, sir.” I heard the door open, then close soundly.  Trant stood up and locked the door behind him. I climbed out from underneath the desk.  “Robert wants to kill me?” I asked.  His eyes flashed red. Then a brilliant blue. He brought me closer to him, hugging me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, sighing against his chest.

                   “Do you have a place I can work out? I work out when I’m stressed.” his eyes narrowed playfully. “Private or Public?” I smirked. “Surprise me.”  He lead me into a secret room inside his office. There was a bunch of machinery.  It was kinda narrow. “Private or Public?” “Private.” he said, winking at me. “Look, dude. I like you, I really do.  But we’ve only known each other, like, a week.” he smirked at me. “You slept with a guy for information, and you probably only knew him, what, a day?” I smirked. “Are you saying that you have information for me?” “I might. Wanna find out?” I shrugged and wiggled out from under him, walking into the workout room. I took off my sunglasses and pulled off my shirt, leaving me in a sports bra. Then I pulled off my jeans to start working out, pulling on some thin socks. As I started working out, I watched Trant as he stood against the door frame to watch. “Um, dude, if you're going to watch, you can at least play some music.” he smiled and went to his chromebook, and started playing really calm music. “Ummm, hell, no. Not that s**t.” I walked over to his laptop, playing dance music.

            His smile brightened. “What?” I asked. He shrugs. “Your really unique. I like that about you.” I shrugged and went back the workout room. After I was done working out, I wandered back into his office. He was sitting in his desk chair, shirtless. I snickered. “Anything new, Trant?” he turned to me, startled. “Actually, yeah. Mr.Pepper sent out an email saying he is picking up milkshakes to celebrate you coming here. You want one?” I laughed out loud. “You're funny.” I peeked over his shoulder. “He is trying already?” He nodded.

                               “The jerk. You would at least give me a chance to, ya know, get prepared.” I rolled my eyes and scoffed. Trant smiled. I rested my head on his shoulder. “Any sighting of Xavier anywhere?” He shook his head no again. I groaned. “That son of b***h. Why is he always hiding? Any sighting on the girl?” Again he shook his head. “Where are they? Do you think Xavier has her?” he thought for a moment. “It's a possibility, but highly unlikely. If he had her with him, her memory wouldn’t be wiped, she would probably remember everything.” I thought for a moment. “How old is Xavier Chang?” He looked slightly surprised at the question. “Umm, he is 20. Why?” I started pacing. “Think about it. He was 14  when we were taken. He isn’t old enough to plan that all on his own, much less make that stuff. He has to be either working for or with somebody older than him.  And then girl has to be 16 or 17. So she will be released in a year or so.” He caught my train of thought. “So we should be looking for someone else with him. Or a 16 or 17 year old girl matching the description you gave me. The one I remember.” I nodded.

                He picked me up and kissed me right on the mouth. “You are a genius.” He kissed me again and put me down, hurrying to his laptop.  He typed in a few words and clapped his hands in joy, like a little kid. “I got a one match. There's one here in town.” Rach walked into my room. I ran my hand through my waist long hair, putting it in a ponytail. Trant was checking me out, while Rachel was eyeing my hair. I raised my eyebrow at Trant. “Babe, you done yet?” He quickly cleared his throat, looking away with a ghost of a smirk. I turned to Rachel, my long hair swinging behind me.  “Yes?” She shook her head. “I really like your hair.” My eyes widened incredulously. “Dude, your hair grows out of your head blue.” Suddenly I froze. “Rach, how old are you?” “Umm, 17 now, 18 in November. Why?” “Trant, hand me that age progression picture you have.” He nodded and gave it to me, confused as to where I was going with this.

                         I held it up next to Rach, studying the faces. “Trant, do you think she looks like the girl in the photo?” He walked up next to me, looking closely at the comparison. His eyes slowly widened, realizing what my point was. “You think Rachel is the girl in the photo?” “Think about it. It would make sense. All our hair is vivid colors and we all have changing eyes colors.  She is the right age. Rach, do you know anyone with the last name Chang?” She thought for a second. “Yeah, my long lost brother. Kim Joni Chang. He ran away when he was 19.”  I looked at Trant. “I think Rach is the girl.”

Author's Note

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