The four office towers that made the Stewart Towers seemed dark. Only a few lights glowed in the many offices of one of the largest research and development companies in North America. Not many were in the Towers, only a few of the scientists and office workers put in long hours. It was the doctrine of CEO Derrik Stewart that his employees enjoyed free time away from the office. Family, friends and a social life were important to those who worked for him, because it ensured they would remain healthy and loyal. But that, of course, did not always conform to the view of the CEO for himself.
Derrik brushed back his blonde hair as he read through the final reports of the evening. A few studies were taking longer than expected, but better to be safe than sorry. He had shareholders to worry about, and they wanted to see the bottom line, which often went hand in hand with results of testing materials. He looked up and removed his reading glasses as his office door opened. "Evening, Maxine," he said as he picked up his coffee cup. "I thought you'd have gone home by now."
"No such luck, sir," Maxine Wollcott replied with a smile. "My job doesn't end until you go home." She approached the desk and set down one more small stack of reports. "And it would appear that you may be here a little longer than expected."
"Tell me again why I decided to be responsible?" he chuckled lightly as he rose from his chair and grabbed his suit jacket. Maxine stood by, waiting for Derrik's next statement, knowing what he would say. "Have you had supper yet?"
"I had a light dinner, but that was three hours ago," she replied in her crisp, British accent. Maxine was, if anything, always dutiful, always polite. She looked more like a librarian than the personal secretary for the CEO of a multinational company.
"Let's head to the cafeteria."
"Sir?" she said slightly confused.
Derrik held up a set of keys in his hand as he picked up the phone. "I have the run of the building, remember." He chuckled as Maxine rolled her eyes and smiled. "William," he said into the receiver. "Maxine and I are taking a half hour break. Heading to the cafeteria, just so you don't send a SWAT team down for swiping biscuits." He rang off and offered his arm to Maxine, who graciously took it. They needed the break. Both of them had arrived at the Stewart Towers at nearly 5:30 in the morning. It had been a long day, and it appeared that it might be an even longer night.
The office door closed and the room, as lavish as it was with it's matching furniture and expensive oak desk, grew quiet and still. No sound emitted from the room at all. Not even when the glass to the window was cut. Not even when five very lithe and darkly clad women enter, their feet not making a sound on the carpet. Two of them scanned the room for a moment, and then gave hand signals giving the all clear. They all drew weapons, long, serrated blades that soldiers of the Sisterhood carried. One gripped a semi automatic hand gun, complete with a silencer. Their faces covered, not even their eyes revealed as they hid behind the infra-red visors they wore. The slick, form fitting armour allowing them to move quickly, and quietly.
They knew their target. They just had to follow, and make certain they could strike quickly.
Derrik brushed back his blonde hair as he read through the final reports of the evening. A few studies were taking longer than expected, but better to be safe than sorry. He had shareholders to worry about, and they wanted to see the bottom line, which often went hand in hand with results of testing materials. He looked up and removed his reading glasses as his office door opened. "Evening, Maxine," he said as he picked up his coffee cup. "I thought you'd have gone home by now."
"No such luck, sir," Maxine Wollcott replied with a smile. "My job doesn't end until you go home." She approached the desk and set down one more small stack of reports. "And it would appear that you may be here a little longer than expected."
"Tell me again why I decided to be responsible?" he chuckled lightly as he rose from his chair and grabbed his suit jacket. Maxine stood by, waiting for Derrik's next statement, knowing what he would say. "Have you had supper yet?"
"I had a light dinner, but that was three hours ago," she replied in her crisp, British accent. Maxine was, if anything, always dutiful, always polite. She looked more like a librarian than the personal secretary for the CEO of a multinational company.
"Let's head to the cafeteria."
"Sir?" she said slightly confused.
Derrik held up a set of keys in his hand as he picked up the phone. "I have the run of the building, remember." He chuckled as Maxine rolled her eyes and smiled. "William," he said into the receiver. "Maxine and I are taking a half hour break. Heading to the cafeteria, just so you don't send a SWAT team down for swiping biscuits." He rang off and offered his arm to Maxine, who graciously took it. They needed the break. Both of them had arrived at the Stewart Towers at nearly 5:30 in the morning. It had been a long day, and it appeared that it might be an even longer night.
The office door closed and the room, as lavish as it was with it's matching furniture and expensive oak desk, grew quiet and still. No sound emitted from the room at all. Not even when the glass to the window was cut. Not even when five very lithe and darkly clad women enter, their feet not making a sound on the carpet. Two of them scanned the room for a moment, and then gave hand signals giving the all clear. They all drew weapons, long, serrated blades that soldiers of the Sisterhood carried. One gripped a semi automatic hand gun, complete with a silencer. Their faces covered, not even their eyes revealed as they hid behind the infra-red visors they wore. The slick, form fitting armour allowing them to move quickly, and quietly.
They knew their target. They just had to follow, and make certain they could strike quickly.
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