She was dragged out of the window and through the streets, down a manhole and through the sewers, until...
They reached what seemed to be a...
Secret base?
Coloured entirely in shades of black, grey and blue, it wasn't exactly the most interesting place on earth.590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyAoK9kG6lS
Except...
It looked so futuristic...
Just like...
A spy HQ out of the films.
Hidden in a sewer?
Well, it has to be SECRET, didn't it?
Clara stared in amazement.
"Good afternoon. I trust you had a comfortable journey?"
said a voice.
A man dressed in a black business suit turned around from the giant screen he has been facing.
He was handsome and looked young - perhaps only 20 or 30 - and his black hair was gelled down perfectly.
"I do apologize. I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Derek Sharp," he began, eyeing the 3 black men who had taken Clara.
"Agents X, Y and Z, by what means of transport did you use to get Clara here? I doubt a fine young lady such as herself would dress so untidily, would you?"
Clara gasped. They knew her name!
"Uh..." one of them began.
"You dragged her?"
"Uh-huh."
"And what have I told you?"
Agents X, Y and Z looked each other.590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgPfAsfZ7cv
"No more dragging," Derek said sternly.
He continued.
"I also apologize for their rudeness," he said, whilst glaring at them. "I suppose I should, rather, get to the point of your... um, visit.
"You, see... there is something of your past... that you don't know about.Something that was... hidden."
Clara's eyes widened.
Then Derek began.
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