I clenched my thoughts tightly to keep focused on the goal and away from the cold fear. All was in order. The plans had been laid carefully. The amount of time and death that it had taken to come to this point was staggering. I prayed for the success of the mission. We must not fail. Too much was at stake.
I touched my inner pocket to assure myself that the device was still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed safely sewn into my vest. I was still amazed and grateful that it had never been found during the years we had been subjected to residing in the squalor.
I had met Krystal there. We endured the trials of our detainment and stayed sharp. We planned our escape and subsequent rescue mission carefully while the weaker ones around us perished. Our only comfort was that we would eventually put an end to the suffering. I would never forget the vivid images of the faces of those who had been lost. It stabbed my heart that I had been helpless to save them. But we would save the others. We had successfully rounded up the youngest ones in a safe haven until we could complete their extraction from this horrible existence.
I crept silently down the darkened corridor. Vague blue lighting from an unknown source provided dim vision. I approached the unremarkable metal door and tapped a coded series of knocks. I waited for it to open.
Krystal’s face appeared in the small opening that she allowed to assure herself of my identity. Upon seeing my face, she opened it wider. She was dressed in smart, black, professional attire, as was I. It was a far departure from our normal shabby clothing.
“All is well with the children?” I whispered.
Krystal nodded and gestured toward the large group of gnome-like faces gathered about the room. The blue glow shone dimly on their thin and dirty features. Not even the smallest one uttered a sound. They all knew the gravity of the situation.
“Good. Let’s go.”
Krystal stepped away to address the two women that we were leaving in charge of the children. After quietly spoken last minute instructions, she slipped out of the door and closed it quietly. We could hear the latch from the inside grinding into place.
We regarded each other and silently traded fortitude for a moment before Krystal uttered the barely perceptible words: “Let’s do it.”
We began our course through the twisting labyrinth of underground tunnels. We had no need for a map. We had memorized our path. Presently, we reached the door to the control center. After checking each other’s appearance one last time, we entered the hub of activity with briskness and poise. The contrast in lighting was a shock. It was difficult not to blink and squint in the extreme brightness. The immediate goal was to march through the center and out the front door without attracting attention. Corporate activity bustled all around us as we purposefully made our way through the immense room.
A heavy set woman with burnt orange hair stepped in front of me to halt my progress. Her full lips were coated with lipstick a shade darker than her hair. Her painted on eyebrows were of the same hue. She adjusted her black rimmed glasses on her nose and spoke again.
“Let me see your latest report.”
“Of course, Ms. Trodeau,” I replied without hesitation. I opened the leather file that I carried and shuffled through the pages therein to locate the appropriate paperwork. A few sheets escaped my fingers and fluttered to the floor. I tried to laugh casually as I stooped to retrieve the errant papers.
“Ma’am,” Krystal interjected, “I believe I have the report you are looking for.”
“Very good, then,” the woman scowled as she spoke. “Let me see it.”
I woke up suddenly and looked at the clock. I immediately jumped out of bed. I had been dreaming so hard that I had overslept. My mind wandered over my dream as I brushed my teeth. I hurried downstairs, started my laptop, set the coffee brewing and fed the dogs. Then I sat down at my computer and logged into twitter. I found my #coffeeclub friends and typed next to Krystal’s name: “Hey I dreamed we were Secret Agents!”
What a fun way to start my day! True story!
**My Gal Pal Krystal Wade also blogs. Check out her good stuff over here==> http://krystalwade.blogspot.com/