The Huntress' Name (sequel to The Huntress)

Chapter 8- Nerves of Steele

I had a fair amount of expectations, or at least ideas, of where these people were going to take me. Some church or building they would use as a cover for what really went on, but when we ended up outside the building of MI6 all those expectations and ideas were shattered. MI6 was far from low profile. Darkness surrounded us as the vehicle pulled up under ground. 

"Are we just making a pit stop here for something?" I found myself asking the others in the car. 

"No. Now get out."

Get out? Here? I wanted to run back to the hotel. 

I was ushered out by the three people who had found me in the alley after I killed the ghoul. They turned me down a hallway and we took a set of stairs that led down. It was like they never ended. 

"Are you guys spies or something?" I was started to wonder if I'd stumbled upon the wrong group. There was no way The Organization would be working in a government building. 

"Or something," the guy said giving me a sideways glance. I could see the woman beside him stiffen. She wasn't happy that I was here, she wasn't happy that I knew what I did, and she most certainly wasn't happy that I was poking for more information. 

"Isaac, just keep your mouth shut until we talk to Steele," the woman hissed. 

"Sure thing, Lissa," he said back. 

Judging by the way he said her name, and by the responding glare she gave him that was the incorrect way to address her. If that were true, and if this was indeed The Organization as I desparately hoped, then Lissa was above Isaac and he should have addressed her by her last name. The fact that he hadn't showed there was some tension between the two of them. The way they walked and held themselves in relation to each other, I guessed they had been together at one point in time, for quite a period of time at that. And they weren't anymore. 

The hallway instantly felt more crowded and awkward. we walked in silence. The third hunter had yet to say anything. 

A set of automatic doors opened with a keyed in number from Lissa and it opened revealing a set of stairs that went down into a dark abyss. 

"I think I'll just go home now," I said taking a step back. "Bruce back there can just drop me off and I won-"

"Go," the man said, angrily. His first word and I think it scared me more than his silence. His voice was unusually deep.

"Allen," Lissa warned. So that was his name. Finally, I had them all. Which could be a bad thing, depending on how this meeting went. If they decided I was useless to them or that I'd be trouble; well, knowing their names would be another pitfall. Basically, if it went that way, I could end up dead. I supposed that was always a risk when working with The Organization. 

Allen just grunted and pushed the center of my back. It sent me stumbling toward the stairs, my arm flying out to catch myself on the railing. The shock of it sent a wave of pain up to my shoulder where the bite was. I was worried about infection, that thing's mouth and nails weren't exactly sanitary. 

I just sucked in a deep breath at the pain and started walking down the stairs. Flickering lights switched on as we made our way down, lighting only what was directly in front of us. The soft yellow didn't reach much further. I felt like I had walked directly into a horror movie with a masked murderer and everything. This was definitely not what I thought the inside of MI6 would be like. I expected more high tech, better nicer looking. Then again, this passage hardly looked used. From the looks of it, the MI6 building was to them what that church was to us back in the States. It was just a cover for what really went on underground.