The Final Hour

Fred

NOTE-Before Char started with the story, she gave me a neurological liquid which helped me in visualizing whatever she said. So basically I was back in my dreams. (Kinda).

The past

Char started with my story and off I went into my imagination..

"Harrison Blake, 20 years, interested in high order missions!", the scouting leader shouted.

"Yes sir!", I replied

(FOR ONCE I THOUGHT THAT I HAVE APPLIED IN AN ARMY BUT THATS THE WAY YOU TAKE ATTENDANCE!)

"You have been selected in the technical support staff. Congratulations from now on you are working for MI-5. The greatest secret agency in the world", he said in his deep and irritating voice.

"Yea sure. Guess he didn't see my interests. Technical staff, that is the last thing I was interested in! I wanted to be an agent and they have put me with the computers! What rubbish", I mumbled

"Did you say anything?"

"No sir!", I replied in terror after seeing his curious look

(I am damn sure I don't want to see all of his looks because I may faint with horror!)

The scouting leader's name was Brad Lenin. And what a welcome he gave me. I was lost for words. I was so passionate about MI-5 and what do I get in return of my enthusiasm? Technical staff. This was the height of stupidity. But I couldn't do anything so I kept quiet and started adapting to the environment.

The introduction about the agency ended soon. By soon I mean only 3 hours of Brad giving his boring speech. I was allotted a compartment. It was pretty Hi-Tech though. All the new guys in the technical department were given an introduction about the work. And this one wasn't long, it couldn't have been shorter because the job which was given to me and my group was the lowest post in the department.

Our work was simple, agents give a message with their expensive gears and we transfer it to higher department with one click. We didn't even have our own computers, just one big machine and after every 15 minutes we had to check whether there is a message delivered or not.

After getting pissed off. I sat on the chair and started talking to myself about my decision, leaving other high pay marketing jobs for this one. The only reason I left those jobs because from the day I started watching television, I was a James Bond fan but little did I know that it was this difficult to get into a post which could be termed 'COOL'.

While I was mumbling all these stuff, a random guy came next to me and said "Dissatisfied with your job mate?"

"Umm. Do I know you?", I replied

"Obviously not! I just came from Australia. My name is Fred, I was transferred from the Australian government agency after a request from MI-5.", He said with a posh Australian accent

"So earlier you were working in some other post or this piece of crap?", I questioned rudely

"Ha! I must say you have a great sense of humor mate. Comin to your question, no I wasn't working in this crap, I was a junior assistant of the great Aussie agent Carlos Brown.", he replied in a friendly way which made me realize that I was being damn rude to a good guy.

"So why are you posted here?"

"Ohh! My bad luck mate. The people here are very care free, after calling me straight from the other side of the world, they tell me that they have no space for an assistant so they post me here. I cannot go back to my country again because they have their rules about transfer of an agent.", He replied laughing at the stupidity of Britishers.

"Hmm, and I thought that I was unluckiest guy over here", I said in sarcastic way.

He laughed along. The dispersal light started blinking and it was the time for the people working in the night shift to take over.

"Bye mate see ya tomorrow", Fred said

"Bye bro nice talking to you", I replied with a sense of satisfaction as I had someone in this boring building to whom I can share my feelings.

Well I have found a friend, don't know what else is gonna happen but yea it was a good start. Nothing negative till now :p