[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.I turned to retrieve my phone but nothing came out of the other end of the belt.Our bin seemed to banish within the draped scan box it slid through.Taking notice, the other guard promptly said, “Your phones will be returned when you’re approved to leave.”The blonde guard led us through the grey metal door – another straight shot – down a short hallway.He scanned his hand and opened another door, this one black metal, out into what looked like a business lobby.He walked up to the reception desk and provided another security officer with our names, though we never gave them.The officer, a thin African-American, nodded and the blonde one returned and exited the door we entered from.“Follow me,” the officer stated.We entered yet another room, this one a pale blue.The common theme I was noticing was absolutely nothing on the walls.They were all bare and most of them stark white, aside from this room.A female officer with cropped red hair and thigh-high black boots greeted us.“Hello Sharon.Hello Alexa.Please strip down to your panties and bra.Place your clothes in the metal boxes on the tables on the far wall.You may leave socks and stockings on but shoes should be removed.I’ll return in approximately thirty seconds.”With that she left and we began undressing.There were two fold out particle board topped tables with folding metal legs on the north wall.A medium sized grey (they love that color) colored metal bin was placed in the center of each table.By the time she returned we were undressed with our shoes and clothes in the bin.“Do they do this to everyone?” I whispered to my mother.“Just those seeing the High Authorities,” the guard answered.She took the metal bins and exited the room again.“Don’t ask questions Alexa,” my mother reprimanded, her voice a low tense projection.I awkwardly stood with my arms crossed, anxiously waiting to be released from this embarrassment.So far I was realizing my mother was accurate in every warning she gave.The red haired officer returned with our items but no containers in sight.“Here you are ladies.You’ve both been cleared.James will print you a security certificate.When you’re dressed, come out and have a seat in the lobby.And good luck little lady,” she said giving me a quick nod.“Thank you Gloria,” my mother replied.Gloria left and we started dressing at vamp speed.“You know her?” I asked as soon as I finished.“Used to,” she stated, no inclination or emotional ties present.Out in the lobby we sat in the black leather chairs that created an L-shape to face the reception desk.Despite the layout, the stand out factor was again the white walls, no pictures, and no windows.It made sense though considering we were three stories underground.There was sufficient lighting despite the lack of outside contributions.The security officer, James, handed us our security certificates.They weren’t actually certificates; instead we received white badges with the same symbol as printed on the lone elevator button.On the bottom left my name was displayed in block lettering ‘Jackson, Alexa L’.We both clipped our tags on our shirt collars – I was thankful I’d worn a v-neck tee.The minutes ticked by with nothing but silence in the waiting room; this was what I was now referring to it as.We both sat side by side without the flex of even one muscle.Vamps could remain motionless indefinitely if they wanted to, but boredom and hunger were sure to make us move at some point.Finally, seven minutes and forty-three seconds after my mental connotations, a tall, middle-aged, blonde woman in a black pant suit came through the door across from where we sat.“Hello Alexa.My name is Roxy.I’ll be your escort to the High Authorities.Please follow me,” she stated before turning on her heels toward the same door.My mother stood and I followed, but we were immediately stopped in our tracks.Roxy spun around to face my mother.“I apologize Mrs.Jackson, but the authorities wish to meet with Alexa alone.You have not been permitted to attend this session.”Hearing those words coerced my subdued fear to the surface.I faced my mother with a panicked expression plastered on my face.She simply nodded and returned to her seat.She didn’t speak even one word or give me a reassuring glance.I swallowed hard feeling a small amount of serum in the bottom of my throat due to my new stress.“Come along Alexa.The authorities wait for no one,” she prompted.I reluctantly followed silently behind Roxy.We exited the door and walked down a short widening hall.It broadened from the width of one door to the span of two [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl centka.pev.pl
.I turned to retrieve my phone but nothing came out of the other end of the belt.Our bin seemed to banish within the draped scan box it slid through.Taking notice, the other guard promptly said, “Your phones will be returned when you’re approved to leave.”The blonde guard led us through the grey metal door – another straight shot – down a short hallway.He scanned his hand and opened another door, this one black metal, out into what looked like a business lobby.He walked up to the reception desk and provided another security officer with our names, though we never gave them.The officer, a thin African-American, nodded and the blonde one returned and exited the door we entered from.“Follow me,” the officer stated.We entered yet another room, this one a pale blue.The common theme I was noticing was absolutely nothing on the walls.They were all bare and most of them stark white, aside from this room.A female officer with cropped red hair and thigh-high black boots greeted us.“Hello Sharon.Hello Alexa.Please strip down to your panties and bra.Place your clothes in the metal boxes on the tables on the far wall.You may leave socks and stockings on but shoes should be removed.I’ll return in approximately thirty seconds.”With that she left and we began undressing.There were two fold out particle board topped tables with folding metal legs on the north wall.A medium sized grey (they love that color) colored metal bin was placed in the center of each table.By the time she returned we were undressed with our shoes and clothes in the bin.“Do they do this to everyone?” I whispered to my mother.“Just those seeing the High Authorities,” the guard answered.She took the metal bins and exited the room again.“Don’t ask questions Alexa,” my mother reprimanded, her voice a low tense projection.I awkwardly stood with my arms crossed, anxiously waiting to be released from this embarrassment.So far I was realizing my mother was accurate in every warning she gave.The red haired officer returned with our items but no containers in sight.“Here you are ladies.You’ve both been cleared.James will print you a security certificate.When you’re dressed, come out and have a seat in the lobby.And good luck little lady,” she said giving me a quick nod.“Thank you Gloria,” my mother replied.Gloria left and we started dressing at vamp speed.“You know her?” I asked as soon as I finished.“Used to,” she stated, no inclination or emotional ties present.Out in the lobby we sat in the black leather chairs that created an L-shape to face the reception desk.Despite the layout, the stand out factor was again the white walls, no pictures, and no windows.It made sense though considering we were three stories underground.There was sufficient lighting despite the lack of outside contributions.The security officer, James, handed us our security certificates.They weren’t actually certificates; instead we received white badges with the same symbol as printed on the lone elevator button.On the bottom left my name was displayed in block lettering ‘Jackson, Alexa L’.We both clipped our tags on our shirt collars – I was thankful I’d worn a v-neck tee.The minutes ticked by with nothing but silence in the waiting room; this was what I was now referring to it as.We both sat side by side without the flex of even one muscle.Vamps could remain motionless indefinitely if they wanted to, but boredom and hunger were sure to make us move at some point.Finally, seven minutes and forty-three seconds after my mental connotations, a tall, middle-aged, blonde woman in a black pant suit came through the door across from where we sat.“Hello Alexa.My name is Roxy.I’ll be your escort to the High Authorities.Please follow me,” she stated before turning on her heels toward the same door.My mother stood and I followed, but we were immediately stopped in our tracks.Roxy spun around to face my mother.“I apologize Mrs.Jackson, but the authorities wish to meet with Alexa alone.You have not been permitted to attend this session.”Hearing those words coerced my subdued fear to the surface.I faced my mother with a panicked expression plastered on my face.She simply nodded and returned to her seat.She didn’t speak even one word or give me a reassuring glance.I swallowed hard feeling a small amount of serum in the bottom of my throat due to my new stress.“Come along Alexa.The authorities wait for no one,” she prompted.I reluctantly followed silently behind Roxy.We exited the door and walked down a short widening hall.It broadened from the width of one door to the span of two [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]