SPECIAL MISSION

Now the dark skinned man and the other man in the suit had been walking down this empty corridor.

According to the other man, the black man was Dean. Dean Bailey. He is from the United States but got lost on the streets of Oklahoma upon the disappearance of both his parents.

The other man in the suit is currently one of the heads of the Secret Society Allegiance, S.S.A. The third head tone precise.

These two men had been walking down this corridor but neither decided to start any conversation.

They finally reached a T-junction. On the left the corridor continued into infinity and on the right was a set of stairs. Both men turned rights and continued along the stair to meet with another corridor, but the end could be seen.

They reached the end of the corridor, but that wasn't the end. They still continued moving because there was a perfectly rectangular cavity about the size of a door in the wall.

This opening led to a large white office. This had sets of tables and office chairs arranged accordingly. Each table had a laptop and a male or female human either scrolling, typing, reading or scanning one thing or the other.

This wasn't their destination though, they continued to the brown oak door opposite them. They reached the door and Dean opened it.

Inside the room sat a beautiful office. It had gray walls and blue floors. An L shaped desk sat in the middle with a chair behind it. The table had all the basic needs of an office, from a printer to a computer to a scanner.

It had a tag on the table which read: "4th HEAD OF S.S.A". Though, the chair was not empty. It contained a red haired woman but some of her hair turned white from old age. She wore a simple black gown.

The men ushered themselves to the two empty seats opposite this woman.

Silence dominated the place until the woman decided to speak.

"Bjorn, have you told him why he was sent for", she said exposing her gold canine of her upper left jaw.

"No I haven't", the 3rd head paused, "That's why we are here".

"Okay", she paused, gave out a sigh and carried on, "We need you to carry out and integral mission for us, Dean."

"May I ask for the mission details?", Dean asked.

"Oh! They'll tell you that later", Bjorn paused, "What we came to tell you is you'll be going with this person."

He said this as he handed of a paper to Dean. Dean glanced through the paper. The top two lines caught his attention.

...NAME: IAN KEITH...

...AGE: 17+...

There was a passport that showed a fair boy between 16 to 17 years. He had black spiky and scattered hair.

"Is this some kind of joke?", Dean said.