The scariest part was not the people or even what was inside the headquarters, but the base itself. The way into the damn thing couldn't have been more discreet. Bradley and Xzavier got out of the car onto what looked like a complete wasteland. The short grass was a grungy grey color that he was sure he had never seen before. The only tree in sight was bare and stripped of bark. Even the sky seemed just a tad bit more yellow than usual. The only interesting thing in sight was telephone box. It was red and square in shape with a curved top, like a British telephone box. It reminded Bradley of a show on television he used to watch as a kid about a doctor and time traveling aliens. He must have been staring at the thing because his dad called over to him. "What's the hold up? Never seen a telephone box before?" Bradley shook his head to get out of his trance and trudged over to Xzavier who was already inside of it.
"Are we...going in THERE? We'll never fit!"
Xzavier sighed. "There are a few entrances to the headquarters, but I like this one the best. Come on!" Bradley walked over to the box hoping that it wasn't bigger on the inside, or else he might throw up. Actually, the inside was the exact same size as the outside, but the notion didn't relieve any tension. Barely squeezing in against the cool glass, Bradley watched Xzavier punch in some numbers onto the ringer. There was an old dial up sound, then a person (or computer, he couldn't tell which) asked Xzavier for voice identification. "Rubber baby buggy bumpers."
If Bradley was younger, he would have laughed out his insides if he ever heard his dad say such a thing as 'rubber baby buggy bumpers'. At the moment he was in too much awe to so much as grin. The voice replied, "Identification accepted. Prepare for descent." Then the entire inside of the telephone box shook and moved downwards into darkness.
The flickering from the dim bulb in the telephone/elevator box did not improve the atmosphere. It was still dark and creepy looking underground. It felt like Bradley was holding his breath for most of the way down, but it was probably the rise in air pressure. After they had been traveling downwards for more than a minute, the voice said, "Have a good day, Mr. X." The box reached the bottom and squeaked to a halt. "Did that thing just call you Mr. X?" Bradley asked. "Um, yes, that is my code name. Once you join, you will be known as Mr. B." and Xzavier strolled out of the telephone box.
Bradley's first thought: Damn, this place is HUGE! He was standing on a metal grate that looked over into a giant cylindrical hangar that looked like it could fit three or four rockets! There were multiple levels each circling the middle part. If he were to describe it to anybody, he might say, "Think of a coke can, multiply that by a million, and put metal circles around the inside." Looking down, it was probably more than a thousand feet. There was only one word to describe the whole thing, "AWESOME!" Bradley's voice echoed off of the solid rock walls.
"Enjoying the view?" Came a female voice behind him. He spun around and was greeted by an angel. Well, not really, but she might as well have been. Blond curls hugged her face and neck and her vibrant green eyes pierced his soul. But her clothes told a different story.
She wore a camouflage vest and boots, and was holding a black katana at her side. Basically, she was a pretty badass chick.
Xzavier ruined his moment by grunting, "Come along Bradley, you will have plenty of time to flirt with girls another day." Ah, crap.
"Fine!" Bradley sighed, then bowed to the girl. He hoped he would get to see her soon.
Bradley followed Xzavier down three levels and through a metal door. Behind it was a brightly lit hallway with doors on either side. At the very end of the hall, there was a single door with a sign that read 'Interrogation'. This should be interesting...