New York City, NY
The metal stairs went down deep into the earth, and every few feet there was a light on the ceiling to help with sight. After what seemed like forever, we finally met a metal door. I took out a card from my wallet that was disguised as a rewards card and slid it into the slot. Next I opened my eyes wide and looked into the retinal scanner. The heavy door made a very loud clank and slowly opened to reveal a tunnel. I pushed Jeanette past the door and get this - she started crying. I exchanged a look with my partner that said, Seriously? This woman was a head of a drug cartel. She has dealt with so many criminals and sketchy people, and going through a tunnel was what scared her. I found it comical.
"Stop crying. You're just gonna get asked some questions, and then we'll let you go," my partner lied. I looked at him. I slowed him down so he could explain to me out of Jeanette's hearing. "If she's scared, she might not tell the full truth. She'll have her mind on her death," he whispered. It didn't make sense to me. Even if we did let her go, which we weren't, she would still be on the run from the police. Where was she to go? A crime like that was sure to make national news.
After about twenty minutes walking through a series of tunnels, we finally came to the final door. Two guards stood in front, holding the lights. We had our tongues looked at again, and we were let in. Corrugated walls, gray linoleum floors, and metal desks were waiting on the other side of the door. Bright white lights shone down from the fifteen foot ceilings, temporarily blinding us.
"Frida! Hades!" A fat, bald, and cheerful man met us at the front, welcoming us with sweaty handshakes. "I see you've fulfilled the Jeanette Murchadha mission. I watched the tapes, great job using your resources effectively. Waterbird!" he shouted over to a middle aged man, "Miss Murchadha has arrived! Please take her to the Island."