Rayse walked into the precinct office of the Zygerus Circuit Security. She had been summoned to the office by her commanding officer, Commander Urether, for a new assignment and to meet her new partner. Rayse had been a beat cop, walking the streets of Zygerus in quadrant three, zone sixty-five, between Alsuria and Dearen, and Fodge and Hilkanz Streets in the suburb of Miltzenax.
The personal shuttle landed on the roof of the parking structure. Its engines powered down and its hatch slid open with a hydraulic hiss. A tall, slender man in a hooded robe stepped from the craft, followed by a large hulking brute. The two men stepped away from their ship as the platform beneath the craft descended into the parking structure.
“Nize,” the hooded man said, speaking to his large and imposing partner. “The main office should be across the motorway.”
“Quit flapping your lips, Corialis,” Nize said, “and let’s get this job over with.”
“Always in a hurry to get the next job,” Corialis replied with a sigh. His partner seldom knew when to relax. With him it was always: go. Go. GO! He rolled his eyes and nodded at Nize.
As the shuttle disappeared into the parking structure, the two men entered a covered stairwell that wound down several flights to ground level. They crossed a motorway to a courtyard with a magnificent and ultra-modern piece of art in front of a building that blended in seamlessly with its neighbors. Nize and Corialis entered the building through a set of automatic doors.
“Welcome to Ihdris Enterprises,” the receptionist, an attractive young woman with long, floppy rabbit-like ears, said. “How may I help you?”
Corialis stepped forward and removed the hood from his head, revealing shoulder-length, stark white hair framing his pale albino-like face. He planted an elbow on her desk and leaned towards the woman with the vibrantly colored hair. It was time to invoke his charms. “Good afternoon, beautiful,” he said with a twinkle in his eye and a smile upon his lips. Checking her name tag, he continued, “Tell me, Celcia, where can I find your boss, Mr. Masblitz?”
Celcia blushed and wriggled her nose. There was something about his eyes. They drew her deeper into them. She couldn’t look away. She didn’t mind, she liked it. Smiling, she answered his question. “He’s in a meeting at the moment. If you’d care to wait, I will notify him that you are … I’m sorry, who are you?”
Corialis stared deep into her eyes, seemingly urging her to stare even deeper. He picked up her hand – the one reaching for the communications button – and began stroking it softly. She blushed, but could not break eye contact with the beautiful man. There was something about him – something mysterious and alluring – and the way he looked at her that she could not resist. He drew her in deeper and deeper, until she was lost in his gaze. Nothing mattered, but those eyes. She was his and would give anything to continue to live within them.
He leaned in closer – his eyes growing larger as he softly whispered: “What floor is the meeting being held?”
Under his control and influence, she could not resist him. If he asked her to leap from the tallest spire on Thod, she would. He voice trembled as she whispered, “He’s on the forty-fifth floor.”
Nize stepped forward. “We need passes.”
Corialis nodded without breaking eye contact with her. “Do you have passes for me and my friend?”
Celcia couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful man as she reached into her desk and removed a pair of visitor passes. She placed them on the desk in front of her. “Here you go.”
Nize grabbed them. He pinned one to his tunic and handed the other to Corialis. “We need to hurry.”
Corialis leaned in closer and said, “You never saw us.”
Celcia tilted her head and repeated his words. “I never saw you.”
Nize and Corialis turned and hurried toward the bank of elevators along the wall behind the receptionist’s desk.