To anyone who'd wondered into the office building it would appear normal. A front desk, lazy security guards, and a custodian that seemed to have nothing to do.
But after the first floor, everything was an illusion. If anyone where to look close enough at the upper floor windows they'd notice meetings going on at the same times every few days.
They'd see the same lady wearing the same outfit, sipping her coffee near the same window every other day. A man who seemed to never actually move around the office, and yet another custodian that seemed a little to friendly with the group of people he was suposidly speaking with.
Behind the illusions on the surprisingly sturdy glass, laid a headquarters for some of the best spys in the world. Training rooms, meeting rooms, and of course the occasional interagation room. The front doors of the office building didn't even lead into the main headquarters.
The only way in or out was through a labyrinth of secret tunnels below the city.
Eithan anxiously tapped his foot on the white tiles for the meeting room floor.
He didn't know why he'd been called in on such short notice. Was it because he'd messed up on a mission? Had he left a lose end somewhere? Or maybe, and this really seemed like the preferible option, they had a mission for him.
Contrary to popular belief, spys weren't always out on missions. Eithan himself had only ever done a total of three in the five years he'd been working for them. Of course most of that five years had been trainings and preparation.
Only the best of the best where constantly away, And Eithan hoped that one day he'd be one of them.