Chapter Three
Details, Details, Details
(part 2)

    People bustled around everywhere. Some in suits, others in a rainbow of varying clothes and costumes. Most held breifcases and spoke on cell in unintelligible jargon. Sprinkled thoughout them, though, were people who were dressed completely averagely.
However something about the way they walked told Con he wouldn't want to be on their bad sides.
There were even dogs and one or two cats. The animals were wearing vest of varying colors, but he assumed they were trained service animals. He strongly doubted there were many pets kept here.
As he surveyed the vast amount of information coming from all sides he concluded that the only thing that everyone of these people had in common was the determination emanating from them in their every action.
Conner brought his focus back when he heard footsteps directly approaching them. 
A man anywhere from 25 to 30 was approaching their little group. Con quickly examined him, he had light brown hair cut average length, brown eyes. No facial hair. He wore a tie and the usual business ensemble but no suit jacket, with the tie slightly loose and the cuffs rolled up. He walked energetically but not in an overly rushed manner.
The man reached them and began speaking, wasting no time. "Lilly, glad you got back safe, you can put off the misson debriefing until tomorrow. Let get this moved into my office."
The three teenagers trailed after the man into his office. It was a nice room, a rug under the oak desk and most importantly comfortable chairs to sit in. After letting them arranging themselves in their seat the man spoke.
"You must be Con. Welcome, I'm King. I'm the head of this organization."
Con felt the hair on the back of his neck rise in excitement. This sounded and felt way bigger than he thought. 

tbc...

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