It was finally here, my time to retire. I had been a Navy Seal for 10 years and my body and mind was in need of a rest; and by rest of course I mean an easy job like a security guard for a pharmaceutical company. The worst of anything that could happen at a place like this was some raging lunatic storming the front desk asking for a refund because the medicine his wife was taking turned her into a rabid zombie. Everyone knows that's a load of crap because everyone takes something. By becoming the oldest race to dominate the planet our bodies are full of genetic impurities which result in the problems we have today. You don't produce testosterone, take 2 Testigen, you have trouble breathing, take Oxitol. As a whole our society has pretty much taken the survival, out of the saying "survival of the fittest." It's pretty much impossible not to survive now because we literally have the cure for everything. I've been taking something for as long as I can remember and I'm as strong as a bull and as fast as a cheetah. Enough on that tangent though I thought, back to the task at hand.
I was walking towards the front door of Ceta Co. the world's biggest producer of pharmaceuticals ever. Before you even get inside you know that this place is what they claim to be. The building is about ten stories high with giant glass front and it stretches back for what seems like miles. It also has one of the coolest entrances in the world. A giant lake with cool blue water and a waterfall that comes off the top of the building and down into the lake below. I knew that this place was going to one sick retirement job. I went through the enormous King Kong like doors and looked around. This room was honestly bigger than my entire apartment complex, "Hot damn." I muttered under my breath. I didn't know where to go so I walked up to the front desk where I was greeted by what seemed to be a supermodel as a secretary.
"Hello Mr. Cross you're two minutes late, please report immediately to the security headquarters in room B1." She said.
"Well that's unfair, you know my name, but I don't know yours." I said with a smile. It's not every day that you see a woman like this, so I figured why the hell not. She kind of smiled for a second, but her expression shifted from warm to icy and I could tell she wasn't amused.
"If you had arrived earlier maybe we could have exchanged pleasantries, but since you are late it seems as though you are out of luck. Now please head to the basement and go to room B1 immediately."
I didn't know what to say, she was one of the very few people to resist my charm I guess it was time for business. I looked around a bit and my head started to spin, I could survive for months in the wilderness and even find my way to civilization even in the most remote of locations, but as soon as you put me in a building I'm lost. I looked back at the desk and the secretary was already turned around doing something else, I cleared my throat and said, "Look, I'm really sorry about earlier and I didn't mean anything by it, but you see this is my first day and I have no idea where I'm going do you mind helping me find room B1?"
She turned around, her blond hair swirled around with her perfect body and she said, "Aww is the new security guard lost? That's cute I remember when I was five. Go to the sign that says elevator, that's E-L-E-V-A-T-O-R. Then press the button pointing down, and then when you get inside press the button on the wall that say basement. Now scurry along and don't be scared of the scary elevator noises."
My jaw dropped, this was my kind of woman, "Ouch, I've been shot before but that one hurt worst."
She giggled and gave me a huge smile; I could already see the family forming. I followed her directions and went to the elevator bank, when I got inside I was surprised to see how many floors this place actually had. What really caught my attention wasn't the amount of floors though, it was that there were fifteen floors below the basement level and instead of having a button there was a retina scanner. I pressed the basement button and before I knew it the doors had opened again and I was in a completely new area. I thought to myself, "that's the fastest elevator I've ever been in, now where is this room B1."
I walked down the seemingly endless corridor until I came upon a metal door with a black plaque hanging next to it with the numerals B1 etched into it. I turned the handle and walked in.
"PAUL CROSS!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LATE YOU ARE!?"
"Sir, I didn't mean to arrive late, sir. The secretary at the front desk distracted me sir" I quickly replied.
The man laughed and said, "She'll do that to you, ha. The name's Henry Krump how the hell are ya?"
I wiped the sweat from my head; I thought I was in for a real drill sergeant tongue lashing. "I'm pretty good, sir. I'm just excited to get my first assignment." Now that the initial shock was over I looked around the room. It was a modest office for being such a large building, there were papers everywhere and it seemed like every single one had a coffee stain on them. On his desk was a small picture frame with a picture that seemed to have been hand drawn by a two year old. Next to the picture was a box of doughnuts, there was only one left and it had already had a bite taken out of it. My eyes looked up from the desk and I finally got a good look of the man I was talking to, and I don't know how I didn't sooner. Henry was what someone would call a baby elephant, the man was absolutely huge. His head was bald and his face was round and red. He sported a pencil thin moustache and had one of the biggest grins I'd ever seen. The buttons on his shirt looked like one of those pop gun corks that were about ready to blow. I had never seen a man with such girth fit in such a tiny room. He opened his mouth to speak.
