She says, "We are now here."

You are bewildered at the thought of her saying this. Obviously you and the Asian girl have stop walking to the end of the hallway where the door to some room is. But the distance between the elevator doors and the door at the end seems to be as far as a football field.

When she says that you two are already at the place that you are supposed to be, you try to connect to things that are true. Maybe the door at the end does not lead anywhere or that it's only for display or that to enter into the place you are supposed to be doesn't require a door.

But the mystery is quickly revealed when she goes near the right wall and runs her palm on the shiny surface. A crack then reveals itself in the wall and part of it slides up. A red button is now seen in the crevice. The Asian girl pushes it and the long hallway disappears. You now seem to be directly in front of the door. You look behind you and you see that you have walk only a few step to get to a door that requires a lot more steps to get to it. She then turns around and tells you, "Halograms!"

She opens the door and you waste no time in following her. You enter a room that looks like a large office. Void of windows, the room has a huge assortment of picture frames of modern and classical art. The room also has a flat-screen TV that shows six individual pictures, each at this time show the "white noise" picture. About four to five filing cabinet, neat and orderly, line the left wall. On the right wall there is a small fridge, a couch, and an Oriental bamboo plant.

Directly in the center you see a woman behind a large desk sitting in a "Boss" chair. She tells you to stop staring and sit in the chair in front of her. As you do so the Asian girl takes a seat on the couch to the right. Like an elegant woman, she crosses her legs in a sexy pose.

"Heath. Heath Buchanan. Age 18 and looking to join the military. What part of the military were you hoping to enter, Heath?" the woman at the desk asks. She is older than the Asian girl, but still rather stunning in appearance. From the top of her head to the vicinity of her shoulders flows curly, blonde hair full of volume.

"I have decided to take on a division which sees much combat and/or leadership training," you answer politely.

"I guess you have decided that because it is a popular among new recruits," she comments.

"Well I want to be serious in my work," you assure her.

"Have you considered anything along the lines of intelligence, maybe something more covert?"

"Covert Ops?"

"Yes, but with a little bit more reconnaissance and intel gathering. I know you expect something that will get your hand dirty, but I assure you, this line of work sees as much action as leadership or frontline soldiers do."

"But...but I was-"

"You know we picked you out of one thousand potential people and out of that we only took one percent. Remember that test you took?"

"Test?" you think of all the tests you've taken that would've had something out of place or pertaining to what she was talking about.

"Well you already were chosen, and now you can't turn back, sorry" she tries to assure you some more, but you become uneasy. Then she turns to the Asian girl and asks, "Can you tidy up his hair please, Maya?"

You immediate direct you attention to the Asian girl who goes behind you and gathers your hair into a high ponytail. You try to stop her but the woman at the desk tells you to wait. She stands and walks towards you and observes the ponytail as well as your face and upper body. She studies some more and then says to the Asian girl, Maya, "he'll do just fine."

The blonde woman now pulls out what looks like a Motorola RAZR cell phone and calls somebody.