Creative Writing: The Australian Capital Territory
The captain's voice was courteous and friendly as he read the imperative into his mic. “The Australian Capital Territory' requires all disembarking passengers to have their Australian Federation Cards ready for inspection. All passengers are required to submit to a fingerprint identification when passing through the border-guard inspection gates. We take this opportunity to welcome you to the sunny center of the nation, and we wish your stay with us be happy and secure.”
The woman in the stiff uniform pointed her finger at the carpet in front of the black and chrome panel.
Storm stepped into the red square and watched the bright pastel colors flash on the screen. Arrows pointed to the shape of two hands. He complied and saw the parameters …show more content…
‘The scan is complete. Please remove your hands.”
He waited for the officer to place his ID card on the counter in front of him, but he didn't. She was already looking past him at the next arrival in the line.
The man waived his ID card in the air then placed it in Storm’s hand. “Storm Elliot, if you could follow me,” the man said. The man’s voice was relaxed, almost friendly.
He followed the man in the suit in silence to the carpark. They stopped when they reached a new looking dark blue Commodore. The man turned then and introduced himself. “I’m Roy Davenport. There’s been a change of plans. You will be meeting with Mr. Boas.” He nodded his head at the opposite car door. “Hop in, mate.”
It was easy enough for Storm to convince himself everything was fine. The car was plush. Better even than Franchette's. There was nothing threatening about the man. If he was being kidnapped, it was not obvious. Storm refused the offered cigarette, but the gesture relaxed him a little more, and he wondered how Michael's colleague could wield such influence over national security staff at Canberra …show more content…
Davenport caught the look on his face. “You get used to it.”
“How many levels are we going down?”
“I can't tell you that.”
The lift came to a sudden stop.
“Seriously? You can't?”
Davenport gave a single nod of his head. “Seriously.”
They stopped in front of a tall door at the end of a high circular hallway that seemed no different to the interior of the elevator. Except for the hidden lights. A soft blue reflecting off the arching metallic ceiling in a way that made the metal itself look as though it glowed. The door slid open by itself and he found himself gazing into a room lit in a similar fashion to the corridor.
“Sit in the chair and wait. Mr. Boas shouldn't be more than a minute or two.”
“You aren't staying.”
“You want me to hold your hand?”
“No. I meant…”
“Go in and sit down.”
The room was larger than his first impression standing in the doorway. A large dark desk dominated the center, and behind it a tall opaque window in the wall. In front of the desk was a high-backed blue chair and beside it a small table. The door closed with a slight hiss and he was alone. He noticed the surface of the desk was contoured and more the shape of a console. A dull black, smooth surfaced mass. He sat down in the chair and
The woman in the stiff uniform pointed her finger at the carpet in front of the black and chrome panel.
Storm stepped into the red square and watched the bright pastel colors flash on the screen. Arrows pointed to the shape of two hands. He complied and saw the parameters …show more content…
‘The scan is complete. Please remove your hands.”
He waited for the officer to place his ID card on the counter in front of him, but he didn't. She was already looking past him at the next arrival in the line.
The man waived his ID card in the air then placed it in Storm’s hand. “Storm Elliot, if you could follow me,” the man said. The man’s voice was relaxed, almost friendly.
He followed the man in the suit in silence to the carpark. They stopped when they reached a new looking dark blue Commodore. The man turned then and introduced himself. “I’m Roy Davenport. There’s been a change of plans. You will be meeting with Mr. Boas.” He nodded his head at the opposite car door. “Hop in, mate.”
It was easy enough for Storm to convince himself everything was fine. The car was plush. Better even than Franchette's. There was nothing threatening about the man. If he was being kidnapped, it was not obvious. Storm refused the offered cigarette, but the gesture relaxed him a little more, and he wondered how Michael's colleague could wield such influence over national security staff at Canberra …show more content…
Davenport caught the look on his face. “You get used to it.”
“How many levels are we going down?”
“I can't tell you that.”
The lift came to a sudden stop.
“Seriously? You can't?”
Davenport gave a single nod of his head. “Seriously.”
They stopped in front of a tall door at the end of a high circular hallway that seemed no different to the interior of the elevator. Except for the hidden lights. A soft blue reflecting off the arching metallic ceiling in a way that made the metal itself look as though it glowed. The door slid open by itself and he found himself gazing into a room lit in a similar fashion to the corridor.
“Sit in the chair and wait. Mr. Boas shouldn't be more than a minute or two.”
“You aren't staying.”
“You want me to hold your hand?”
“No. I meant…”
“Go in and sit down.”
The room was larger than his first impression standing in the doorway. A large dark desk dominated the center, and behind it a tall opaque window in the wall. In front of the desk was a high-backed blue chair and beside it a small table. The door closed with a slight hiss and he was alone. He noticed the surface of the desk was contoured and more the shape of a console. A dull black, smooth surfaced mass. He sat down in the chair and