Chapter 1 - Meeting Mr. Kent
Clark adjusted his suit again. It didn't matter how many times he wore it, it never felt like it fit. He walked into the building, and took off his sunglasses. This must have been the thousandth time he entered headquarters, but he still felt butterflies in his stomach. He was a secret agent. He, Clark Kent, had missions and operations that had to be done.
And apparently he was good at what he did. He had just been requested for another job.
Usually, agents were supposed go in to their missions, strictly covert. This time, Clark had a different style job. He was hired by a civilian. Considering the agents work for the government, that made the job even MORE unusual.
Clark walked up the stairs, ignoring all others around him. He wanted to go in, get breifed, and get started on the new job. He knocked on the office door, and entered without invitation. A man sat behind the desk, Clint Nortock. Clark didn't really know what his title was, just that he was the boss. And sitting in front of him, a man that must have been the client.
Clark tucked the sunglasses into his jacket pocket and took a seat beside the man. The man was bald, and had a very expensive taste in style. He had a look in his eye that demanded respect, and his demeanor screamed authority.
"Kent." said Nortock, sitting back in his chair and smiling. "So glad you could FINALLY join us."
"Sorry boss, I had business to attend to." said Clark, looking the man in the eye.
"I know, you just finished the Soviet job. Good one on that." said Clint. "Now, I need to get to the point."
