Okay, so here we go. Part five of this week's project. I hope you're enjoying this; I'm not sure how I feel about it properly yet so please drop me some feedback people. Today's installment has been a pain in the arse if I'm honest. HUGE internet issues mean that this is a very late update, but an update all the same. I wrote today's piece offline and, to be honest, my brain's still a bit fried from being in essay mode all day yesterday so I'm not quite happy with it or the direction it's apparently taking, but hey, I'm gonna run with it an see what happens.
Tyler hurried through the streets, his hood pulled up over his head to try and keep his face obscured from view. He knew he probably looked suspicious, but then so many people in Seattle had hoots or hats or other headware that he hoped people really wouldn't notice. He had a vague idea of where the club was and was relying on the GPS on his smart phone to do the hard work for him.
It didn't take long for him to find the club. Nightclubs always looked depressing in the daylight, they never seemed anywhere near as vibrant. He lowered his hood and ran a hand through his hair, looking up at the sign above the door. This was definitely the place. He walked around the building, looking for some kind of side entrance, or an office, or some kind of business area. It was there that he noticed a back door marked 'Trade Entrance' and in a private space was parked a beauty of a Roller. Tyler liked cars, but he didn't have the time to stop and appreciate the Phantom. He knocked on the door before opening it. Inside, there was a reception desk attended by a young looking secretary, probably no older than twenty. She fit the bill nicely, fine framed glasses, respectably cut blouse, hair tied up neatly. She looked up at Tyler and adjusted her glasses "Hello there, can I help you?" Tyler looked around, still not sure what he was doing here, why he chose to come here of all places, but he looked to the secretary and gave a sheepish smile "Umm, hi..." He stuffed his hands into his pockets "This is gonna sound stupid, but does somebody called Selene work here?" The secretary adjusted her glasses once more "Ms. Bennet? Why, yes. She's not long since come back actually. I'll just let her know you're here Mr..." He blinked, baffled at how the situation was unfolding, "Oh, Westerly, Tyler Westerly." He moved to sit in the makeshift waiting area - a couple of plastic chairs and a coffee machine - whilst the secretary talked over an intercom. She looked up, smiled and pushed a button, opening up a door behind her "Ms. Bennet will see you now." This was it. Tyler couldn't turn back now. He held the phone in his pocket and walked through the door into an office. He took a moment to look around once more. It was basic, sparse some might say, just a desk, a filing cabinet, a bookshelf and some chairs. There were two people in the office already, the first was the woman from his memory, the one he assumed was Selene. The second was another woman, looked to be in her mid twenties and quite frankly looked to be in a similar state as he was a few hours ago - in shock and caked with dried blood...
The woman behind the desk looked up to him and smiled ever so warmly, but he couldn’t help thinking that it was an act. “Ah, Mr. Westerly, Tyler, please take a seat. Have you met Ms. Davies?” Tyler sat and nodded to the other woman. Cassie just looked to the floor. The thought that she had destroyed her only chance of being a wife still lingered within her mind as she nervously cleared her throat. “Well now, isn’t this lovely. It seems that the both of you have fully matured and are ready to take full service roles within the organisation...” Tyler and Cassie both looked to each other and then to Selene, it was Tyler who raised the question first “Organisation?! What the hell’re you talking about lady?! I wake up holding a smoking gun and standing over a puddle of human salsa and you’re telling me that this is what, some kind of initiation? This is bullshit!” Tyler slammed his hands on the desk and turned to leave, but the door was closed, barred by a masked guard with a large calibre pistol held towards him. Tyler backed away and looked at Selene, that smirk still playing over her lips, “Oh, I think you’ll find that you are going to want to know quite a bit more about what is in store for you, Mr. Westerly...”
Not much of an after-spiel today, I think I've said all I need to. Feedback please!
Adios for now,
Craiggy.
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