Aiden's POV
The dark grey of clouds was evident upon the sky as it pours out its tears. People rush to find shelter as some held their own umbrella and made their way to where they are going to. Luckily three suited men held our umbrella for us before it rains or we could get ourselves wet for not bringing an umbrella for us.
We walk towards the building as our shoes click with the wet ground while heavy drops hit our umbrella. Soon we arrive as the three suited men put the umbrellas on the hang as they assist us the way. 3D holograms scattered neatly through the white tiled floor as it flashes Laws and past leaders and chiefs. Some flashes on the walls of their achievements for this past century. As we walked I noticed that people stop what they were doing as they bow at us in respect, while my master and uncle Red nodded at them in recognition as they wear their cold yet emotionless face, saying that they are here for business, so I do the same, matching their masks.
As I look around a little, riddle paintings hang on the wall as we walk through the hallway, so far I haven't seen any robots while we were walking, which I rejoice internally.
"We're here," a black-suited man said as we stop in front of a steel door with a glass fingerprint lock. He put his hand on the scanner as he opens the door for us. We walk inside the spacious room as a circular black table was located at the centre, as the centre of the table has a hole for the 3D hologram where they could implement everything later on. There are two extra tables were placed at each side of the table, Men and women sit on their designated chairs as they leave 3 empty chairs for us and 2 empty chairs for the director of FBI and CIA.
Tense atmosphere scattered throughout the area as we sit to our specified chairs. I scanned everyone, some of them chat with the people who seated next to them as most of them read the file in front of them. All men wore their expensive suits while the FBI chiefes wore their usual uniform, with their stars placed on the shoulder as their cap says their rank. While the CIA members, like always, wore their suits and busy themselves with data in their hand. Reading it silently as we wait for the arrival of the Director.
I look at my side to see Master. Luke scanning intently the data I made in my laptop as Uncle Red does the same, scanning and comprehending the content inside of the file he's holding. Both of them have their brows knitted together as they scanned the data.
"Have you read what in the file?" My Master whispers as his eyes still glued at the holographic screen. His lips pursed as he focuses on comprehending everything but it looks like he couldn't think of why we were being included here. I look back to uncle Red and he seems like he has an idea why we were called as he sips his black coffee in his mug as he puts it on the glass. His legs crossed as he took the file again to take a look.
"No, I haven't yet Master." I whisper back as took the paper in front of me."Read it" He said, I nodded as I run my hand on my blonde hair as I open the folder and start to focus on reading the files with my legs cross- a trait that I got from my uncle Red. I scan the paper with my reading speed as I also comprehend it with the help of my computer. Though I do notice some suspicious things and messages. But I am not sure if my findings would be enough to contribute to the meeting.
Even though my Master says that only we could do is to listen, I don't we could do that since we got something huge going on right now. The one who notice such little and unnoticeable hints is probably a genius human- since they don't really like robots working with them and preferred to do it manually.
"I have been thinking..." A deep voice said, though it is in a mocking tone, quite loudly to get everyone's attention, which he successfully did yet I keep myself busy with reading/scanning the file in my hand.
"Why is everybody here? I mean, don't you think it's suspicious when the director himself calls us for a meeting so urgently without even telling us anything about it?" A man, from the CIA, says with a smirk while touching the lapel of his suit. His face rounded as his nose was high and sharp... sharper than the pencil in front of me. We all look at him like he was out of his mind or like he suddenly became dumb.
"What are you trying to say?" A woman with a high clean ponytail asks with one of her eyebrows raise. She's pretty. Her eyes small as her tan skin matches her red lips. Her wrist shows off her expensive watch as her nails long and painted red. She puts the file in front of her as she crosses her arm while she leans back as if asking the man what did he mean, in an intimidating way.
The man scoffs at her as he wore this smug look that would make you irritate once you have seen it. "How would you know? When all you do is to beautify yourself and pretending to read that file when you are only going to hook up later on with who knows." He said. His smirk didn't leave his face as he insults the lady. The woman's lips twitch as she smiles. "Well this woman you just insulted is higher than you in position. And I don't know where you got that kind of thinking when you should be focusing on reading that file in front of you. Or maybe you want someone to read it for you?" She said. She straightens herself as she took the paper in front of her as she continues " And by the way, in case you don't know, the meeting is about investigating the crime 20 years ago until now. I think someone notices something suspicious and the director agreed to have an urgent meeting. Well, I guess I am really here to work not to bicker with someone who has only one brain cell."
"ohhhhhh," both The General Crime Investigator and the chief of the criminal investigation says, who are seated next to each other, as they insulted the man earlier like some 10-year-old kids trying to bully the younger ones. The man who just insulted the 'respectful' woman, fumes as his face turns red in embarrassment. Everyone looks at them amusingly as some shook their heads, uncle Red only chuckles as my Master didn't even bat an eye to them as he continues analyzing the data in front of him. We were kind of crowded here. About a hundred people were sitting at us with the same table.
Soon the doors open as the two suited men enter the room as they take their seats.