Here you go, the first page of chapter 3! I bet you're wondering what happened to Dech'e. XD Keep reading and watching for updates to find out.
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Click, click, click.
The corridor was fairly long and narrow, illuminated by florescent lights and intertwined with the hum of fans and the murmur of people.
Click, click, click.
The figures were shadowed, their faces dark and indistinguishable from a distance. It was clear though that one was a women and one was a man.
Click, click, click.
“I’m not so sure about your calculations,” the man said to the women. She didn’t turn around and only kept walking briskly, her heels clicking against the floor.
Click, click, click.
“That’s your opinion,” she replied quickly, turning a corner and walking towards a brighter room.
Click, click.
“Well, yes. But do you think these people are that foolish? They’d surely catch on in a matter of time.”
Click.
“Again, that’s your opinion.” The women opened the door, not loosing stride, and was greeted by a large, humid, white room. The rows and rows of computer monitors blinked at her as their users stared seriously at them. You’d think they were preparing for a war…or something like that.
Three towering screens were placed at the front of the room, each suspended on the ever towering wall. On the floor programmers literally ran around, papers in hands, glasses crooked, faces twisted in urgency. The woman and man looked at the sight with utter pity.
“Hard to believe they only handle a small server,” the man said, looking through his glasses at the poor computer nerds-or rather, technicians.
“They have an event they have to cover,” the women said, heading down the steps, not even bothering to turn around. “This is their first and most of these people are new.”
Marek shrugged and followed behind slowly, glancing at several monitors here and there. “What are we doing here anyways, Claire?”
Claire was calmly shifting through several packages of data left on one of the tables.
“Claire…”
“You’re so noisy,” she stated without looking up.
Marek just gave her a sour look.
“Excuse me,” one of the programmers said quietly, walking up to Claire. “But is there something I can help you with?”
“No, I don’t think-” Marek started.
“Why yes there is,” Claire smiled. “I’m looking for your DG-76 Access Codes. We’re running our weekly tests today.”
"Oh, I see,” the girl said quietly and hurried to a nearby computer. “I wasn’t expecting you today. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
“I believe we should be the ones apologizing, but in any case.”
The printer hummed in the distance as the girl printed off the files.
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