Chapter Three of the Story

A man poked his head in as Elliot was putting the make-up, face paint, dye, and other tools of the trade back in order. He was tall and thin with graying brown hair and kind, pale green eyes. His name was Benjamin Riley, and he was the brains behind the Agency’s gadgets.
“Packing up and heading home?” he asked. He was very friendly and had taken Elliot under his wing as she was a fellow “behind the scenes” agent. After they had worked together in a flesh-colored recording device, Benjamin had taken a liking to her.
“Yup.” She smiled at him.
“Good. Well, you get some rest and have a good weekend.”
Elliot slung her purse over her shoulder and slipped past him. “Yeah, you too. See you Monday.”
She strode to the end of the gray corridor, passing all the other background operatives’ workshops and offices. She, along with them, had her office on the bottom floor of the Agency’s headquarters. Once the doors opened, the woman swiped her ID card and said, “Level one, please.”
The elevator rose gently. Some of the labyrinth-like headquarters was only accessible to top agents like Jerin. It paused on the next floor up—the agent’s lounge. The doors opened, and a man entered. He was small, fat, and balding. He glanced around until Elliot wordlessly pointed at the swipe box. He swiped his card and squeaked, “Level one!”
The elevator rose again, taking its two passengers to the exit of the Agency’s labyrinth. Feeling eyes on her face, Elliot looked at the man next to her. He quickly looked away. Quite suddenly, she couldn’t wait to get out of the elevator. The man made her uneasy for some reason she could not explain. The doors opened to a square, white room, and she bolted out. She only slowed down to have her retina scanned.
“Clocking out, Agent Ryme?” a computerized voice asked.
“Yes.”
“The trip lasers have been neutralized. Have a good day.”
The entire entrance to the headquarters was riddled with trip lasers. If some one were to get past the door and didn’t deactivate the lasers with a retina scan using the computer at the other end of the room, he or she would trip one. This would cause all the doors to seal and knock-out gas would waft out of the strange cherub statues near the door.
“Thanks.” Elliot darted across the marble tiles and out the now unlocked door. She didn’t notice the small man had slipped out behind her without a retina scan. She bounded up the flight of stairs and pushed the door open. Calming herself, she stepped out of a supposed janitor’s closest into the Rockefeller Center. Just like every agent had since the Agency was formed, she disappeared into the crowd.

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So, a little peak into the Agency's HQ. Wacko, huh? Oooooh, it's starting to get exciting!! Your thinking, "What? Exciting? She walked out of a building, how on earth is that exciting?" Just wait, it gets better. I mean, a lot more exciting than walking and such. You'll see. I promise.