The Door part 2

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This is part 2 pf the door for part 1 click here

Curtis walked down the stairs with his hands up in front of him like a surgeon waiting for gloves after being scrubbed up, he was suddenly really paranoid about not having washed his hands. He heard the door slam behind him and looked around, but there was no one there. The air was stale, it was warm but a shiver ran down his spine like someone had walked over his grave. He could feel his shirt sticking to his back under his jacket and his armpits were seriously damp. The man in front had a slight limp, a strange gait that Curtis wondered if he’d seen somewhere before but Curtis couldn’t place him. He tried to take in his new surroundings but there was nothing much to see. Just dark stairs leading down. He could hear his breath getting heavier as he descended, reminding him he should do more exercise.

Eventually they reached the bottom of the stairs, the man in the mask tapped in a number and another door swung open. Curtis’s jaw dropped. He was in a huge bright room was a huge bank of computer screens and about 25 people working at keyboards. At first glance they all looked like skater-chic boys and girls but in amongst the tattoos and piercings were grey hairs and slippers.  The figure in front kept walking and punched in another number at the door in the corner. The door opened but this time the figure didn’t walk through, instead he just guided Curtis through the door with a hand gesture. The door snapped shut behind Curtis. He was alone in a toilet. He smiled to himself and went to the sink and washed his hands. The cool water felt great on his skin and he splashed his face with water too. He dried himself on the paper towels, pleased to see there wasn’t one of those Dyson things, then he  took a deep breath. This was crazy, he was in a underground lair like some Bond villain might build. But why?

The door opened and the figure beckoned him. Curtis followed feeling fresher now but now he didn’t have his hands to worry about he was really scared. They walked back across the computer room and through another door that needed a code. Curtis wondered how the man memorised all these codes before he realised it was probably the same code each time.  He was in a smaller room now, a meeting room, just as bright, but no computers, although there was a projector attached to the ceiling and a flipchart in the corner. There were two iPads sitting on the desk, and behind the iPads one woman and one man. The woman was pretty but not Curtis’s cup of tea, fair hair, not quite blonde, a proud chest in a tight top and a pretty smile. The guy looked like he’d been rejected from One Direction for being too old. He hadn’t shaved for a day and a half and had that haircut that trendy kids have. He smiled a half smile like he’d just broken wind in school assembly and was trying not to give himself away. They both perused their guest for a couple of moments before the woman eventually signalled he should sit.

Curtis had little choice but to sit down.
For part three click here