Operation n

I found myself in a long white corridor with Cole. There was not a soul in sight. The drowsiness one feels when waking up after a bad nights sleep began to wear off. I realised the seriousness of my situation. Hours earlier I had been on a train and now I was in some weird building with some weird guy apparently a top-secret government agent. Although I felt as though I knew Cole, my heart began pounding with fear. I decided to play it cool until an escape route presented itself. Attempting to act relaxed, I sarcastically commented, “Cole, you need to give me your interior designer’s name, this place is stunning” Cole laughed. “You’ve been to quite a few government buildings haven’t you?” I nodded my head and replied, “well, this has got to be the barest office I’ve seen – saving tax payers money for a change?” Cole grinned as we turned and entered an open door marked, “Reception.” I was in luck!

It was an oval shaped room with a half moon table on the one side and two large tinted glass doors on the other making it impossible to see out at this time. Three white leather sofas lay in the middle of the room surrounding a round glass table with a pile of neatly stacked books. Oddly, I had not seen a soul since awakening. Surely, heavily armed military personal would be pacing the hallways and guarding doors in a top-secret building like this.

“Michael, your visit this evening has already been registered on our system. We now need to give you authorisation before we head to the café’ for a bite. Cole opened the top drawer and pulled out a little black box. Cole carefully opened the box and took out a transparent stamp sized strip. He then politely asked me to hold out my hand. “What’s this, some kind of RFID stamp?” “Yes, it is based on Radio Frequency Identification. It’s what we call TP or Temporary Pass.”