prologue-part two.

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prologue; two out of two
❝ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐬 ?.. ❞


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     NO ONE TALKED DURING THE ENTIRE helicopter ride, only the loud whirring of the helicopter rotors from above that drowned out the silence. It wasn't a lengthy ride, consisting of almost fifteen minutes. The view from the openings of left and right we're just the cloudy dark skies. The boy wasn't allowed to look down at the view of the city below. Whenever he tried looking down, he was pushed back to his seat.

The aircraft landed on a rooftop of a building of what the boy thought was the King's Canyon Hotel, the finest hotel in Catacombs. Bridges jumped out first, followed by him and the soldiers behind his back. They led the kid into an elevator at the center of the roof. When the elevator doors closed shut, instead of pressing buttons that lead to nine floors of the hotel, she opened a circuit box below them. Inside was a small square of glass, where she pressed her thumb until it lit up green.

The elevator door began to move down for almost half a minute until it stopped with a loud ding. "Welcome back, Colonel Bridges." a woman's voice came from the elevator speakers.

The instant the elevator doors opened, an antique office appeared right in front of his very eyes. Behind a brown wooden desk was a dark-skinned man in oval glasses wearing a navy blue work suit with a black pinstriped tie. A silver watch gleamed on his left wrist. He was already looking up from the hardcover book in front of him and beamed at the people by the door.

"Is this the one?" the man asked Bridges. By his accent, he was English.

"Yes, boss." Bridges replied.

The man nodded. "Alright, move along. I'll take care of it from here. Thank you, Colonel."

The boy walked inside the office and the soldier gestured back inside the elevator and closed its doors. The man led him to a couch across from him. The boy sat on the couch, his eyes gazing at the antique furniture around the room.

"Your hands." The man pointed at the boy's plastered hands. "You must've been a very naughty one. Ruler or spatula?"

The boy furrowed his brows in confusion. "What?"

"Ruler or spatula?" the man repeated. "Bernice uses either both on orphan punishments."

"You know Mother Bernice?"

"You know what? Forget I ever said that." said the man. A second later, he chuckled. "My apologies, young one. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hiram Monroe. You may only address me as Hiram. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The man stuck out his hand in front of the boy for him to shake. The boy didn't move a muscle when he stared at the man's hand, wondering if he should shake it or not.

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