I get with Mills to arrange an escort to my apartment.  He is more than happy to get out of the office, almost as happy as I am.  Mills guides me over to a large door, a garage door of sorts.What I see next is purely amazing.  A huge garage with a large variety of cars, all black with black window tint.  We've got an Escalade, Tahoe, Suburban, Malibu, Town car, two Mustangs one of which is a Shelby GT-500.  That was all I could spot a one glance. Mills grabs a set of keys from the lock box on the inner most wall.  We take the Tahoe just in case I need to bring a lot of shit out my sad excuse for a living space. I look at the key pad for the Tahoe and I see a purple button on there, along with the grey unlock and lock buttons.  "What's the purple button for?"Mills responds, "Watch and learn Gregg."  He pushes the button and the wall to our left opens up.  It's a freight style elevator.  The Ta

The alarm blares through the entire complex.  It's more of a BWAAAH, BWAAAH, BWAAAH sound.  It only cycles once then shuts off abruptly.  Holly is at her station determining where the breach is and how far we have been breached so far.    I instinctively draw my weapon from my shoulder holster and prepare for the worst. Holly yells out, "It's ok guys, it's up top.  Looks like a farmer or something.  I've opened the elevator to him; go retrieve him for me please."I concernedly asked Mills, "Seriously?  Why bring him down here?  Why would we do that?"Mills waves everyone off and says, "Let's go get our present Gregg.  I'll explain once the target has been secured."We speed off on foot, my sneakers screeching on the linoleum floor.  Mills doesn't even have his weapon out or anything.  I try to place my pistol in my harness but apparently it's impossible.  I must be one of

Throughout my entire attempt to sleep, I had horrific nightmares mostly of the agents in the glass rooms and if I were to fail at job, I would be the next feeding victim.  I know a decent chunk of the secrets and I can't be set free from this job.  Not yet at least.Every so often, I would toss and turn and then sit straight up, panting to catch my breath and sweating the coldest sweat the human body has ever produced.  At my highest fear level, I would look down at Holly and kiss her forehead.At one point she mumbled, "It'll get better Gregg, I swear."I kissed her again and whispered, "I hope so, I truly hope so."Off and on all night, I would hear creeks and pops as if the floor were speaking to me in the form of the shifting weight of someone's footsteps.  I slept with my back to the small side of the room and my gun under my pillow.  I would crack my eyes open every so often just to make sure no one was sneaking up on me.Read more