"Rose"
Mind
A neighborhood
18:00
Violet walked down the rode towards her apartment. This little suburb was getting annoying to live in. Nothing interesting. "I even have to work at a little slushy place during the day!" she thought as she turned a corner onto her street. This was going to get really old fast and she knew it. This job wasn't turning out very much the way she would have liked. "Oh well," she whispered to herself. "Might put some of my practice into action" she thought and vaulted over the fence surrounding her apartment, then slammed her door dramatically.
*sigh*
N.N. was supposed to meeting her soon, midnight, at an old warehouse. She sat down at her desk and looked at the faded paper on it.
"Might as well have some fun before hand." She turned the paper over and tapped the dot in the center 5 times. Her desk top opened up and a fantastic computer pushed it's way to the top. The sleek shiny surface stared at her, asking to be opened. This computer was the only way she could have gotten this job. Being the creator of this super-computer, Violet was more than a little proud of the accomplishments she had made with it. So winning a science fair a couple times in middle school and high school at national level wasn't much, but she had made the first model of it when she was 12, discovered the art of Parkour on it, and with it, her passion. This was the machine that asked her father for rights to fast food chains. This had helped her through college and every other school. She opened it.
[/b]PASSWORD....[/b]
Typing in her code, she looked at the sleek cover that disguised it as a normal laptop.
*sigh*
She flipped her hair and looked into the eye scanner, then watched the computer begin its thinking process. It started, then asked her a few personal questions. When the normal screen popped up, she sighed. (She did a lot of sighing.) This computer could create anything she wanted or give her anything she had put in storage as well, it had a good writing system, good gaming system, normal computer items like internet, and much much more.
"Computer, give me the 345G.U.N. new model, a burrito and some designer jeans and a normal shirt. She then walked up the neat stairs, flipping her hair as she did so. Her brown curls bounced and swung as she changed, the dispenser in her room giving her everything she requested. Then she went into her fully equipped training basement, passing by her fairly normal rest of the house. She closed her computer and turned the paper over on her desk, as if she was just looking at some unfinished homework from long ago.
The concrete walls and floor of her training room looked ever plain. Punching bags hung from the ceiling, lifelike dummies organized by skill level were next to the wall. She walked by her weights and other training items as if they were toys left out by children. Then she came to a brick wall. She sighed, then scaled it quick as a squirrel. At the top, she put her hand to the ceiling and quickly turned it at exactly a 90 degree angle. The panel above her slid away, smooth as glass. She jumped into her secret compartment of a room and checked her looks in a mirror. The panel silently closed behind her. The duplicate computer of the one at her desk was sitting out and she quickly logged onto the internet. Scanning her e-mail, she sent her father a quick one about how a new fast food place was getting on her nerves about the horrible things they were selling and such. Then she asked for the rights to it. She then shut the computer off and looked in the mirror less confidently.
"Sweety, it's show time."
Time passes
Violet felt her self designed gun in her belt before casually opening the door to the warehouse. N.N. was some where inside, how she got in would forever be a mystery. She looked around the musty old place and wrinkled her nose. It smelled of dirty socks and moth balls. Nasty. She shook her head and walked around, looking for clues. This place was supposedly a threat to Mind in some way. Apparently, it housed something of value, huge importance.
"Why here?" she whispered.
"Because this is as inconspicuous as large buildings get." said a familiarly creepy voice.
Violet turned around slowly, just in time to see N.N. turn dramatically in a dusty old armchair.
"OK......So what have you here for me, before the 'movers' come." she asked quietly.
"This." said N.N. and handed her a bunch of papers. Violet flipped through them solemnly.
"'Gotcha. I'll get right to work on it. Anything else?"
"Nope, the boss says not to get friendly with your acquaintances at work, though." N.N. smiled a nasty smile.
"Sources tell us you're getting up with 'em and all." Violet raised an eyebrow at that.
"Acting natural is all." With that, she turned on her heel (literally) and walked out of the room with her musty dusty papers. She stared suspiciously at the lines of book shelves and chairs on her way out. Leaving the seemingly haunted place, she looked back, and thought she saw an eye in the hedges nearby. She quickened her pace. Creepy. "I'll check it out later." she thought and went on with her business of walking home. The dim street lamps spooked her, which wasn't normal. She nearly ran to her apartment, where she breathed a sigh of relief. She hid the papers in one of her many hiding papers and got on the computer. E-mailing a friend real quick, then loading a report for The Boss, her work day was done. Tired, she sank back in her seat and thanked The Lord. She trudged upstairs and fell asleep, still in uniform.
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