by Tom Harem
I entered the palace address where Maggie lived and turned on the radio. I left it at the first station that came; a man's voice thundered over the classical instruments. The car's clock marked 6:13 pm. The highway was filled with people going home after a long day's work and what was left of the sun stumbled on the sightings and spread across the tar. In the distance, the sight of a blazing horizon fatigued us and softened our bodies.
At least it's not raining today... I thought to myself.
"I'm glad we came early." Maggie said looking out her window, "The line seems endless."
In addition to the engines rattling, there were also horns and men and women screaming at those in front of them to ride. Time was passing by, minute by minute, and we were barely moving. Even after 20 minutes, we didn't seem to have left the same place. The man on the radio had been replaced by a female voice accompanied by soft electric chords. I confirmed once again that I had the gun in my holster. I was afraid that I would forget something, that I would make such a basic mistake that instead of ending up on a photo in the hallways of the headquarters, I would end the night with a dictionary entry in the word "error".
The sunset descended, timidly sheltering behind one of the green and rugged heights. The remaining rays struck the sharp grass and the nearby rear-view mirrors. It was 6:34 pm when traffic finally started to move at a normal pace. We had cars ahead of us, in the back, even on both sides. Trapped in the modernity and cloistered on the road one hour away from the party that could lead to the apocalypse of everything. The grumpy faces and the smiley faces stamped all over her would be replaced by fearful glances and blood gluing both lips.
"Turn right at the next exit." The GPS said.
It was a small road, with only one lane on each side, and surrounded by boulders on the right side and the city landscape on the left. The buildings looked like mere constructions produced by ants; small and prone to destruction with a finger snap. The road morphed into a serpent, each curve hidden behind another and with metal brackets, in the corners and in parallel, which protected against falls and skidding. I slowed down and gripped the wheel. We all had our belts on, but still, each turn made us swing to the opposite side. Maggie knew which way to straighten her body before the curve even came up.
"Don't tell me this was your father's plan." I asked, as soon as I saw three luxury cars, one of which was a limousine, a few meters ahead of us.
"It is... Look over there," she said and pointed to a hole between two rocks, the passage of time leaving it there, scrapping only the surrounding walls in different shades of brown, "You can't see but there's a camera there. Several places here have hidden cameras. If anyone goes down this road without permission, they will be received by my father's private army of security guards. I told you. This house is a fortress."
"Why does your father look like a megalomaniac villain out of a cartoon? Does he also have an eye patch or a scar on his face?" Kendra asked, waving her ass around the seat, still adjusting to the dress.
"Kendra..." I intervened.
"She's not far from the truth." Maggie said, "There's no mark on his face, but there's something that draws attention. You'll understand when he shakes your hand. James don't be surprised if it's a strong handshake. My father likes to test his new guests."
Finally, after making the last turn, there was only a straight road that led us to a metal door surrounded by a high crevice that went around the house and its surroundings. Outside and around hundreds of trees peeped for endless miles. It was more of a military complex than a house. Hidden beneath the leaves and forest density, the solar panels on a black roof still welcomed the remnants of the sun's rays hovering in the air.
The faded green gate before us was majestic, flowery in the middle and sharp-edged on top. The only thing modern about it was the computer box with a hand shape on the monitor, five blue squares underneath it and a small keyboard under the screen. Maggie got out of the car and put her hand on it. It scanned her hand and, in an instant, presented a picture of her. It was an old one. She had blond hair with brown highlights up to her shoulders and wore a red uniform with an eagle symbol on her chest.
"I think I was about 16 years old in this picture." She commented, as soon as she saw us looking, "And the pass is always my name. It's the only thing around here that never changes." She said, pressing the letters and smiling for the first time since we had left home.
We heard a click and the gate started creeping along, the edges scraping the ground until the noise became more serious than a felt tip scratching a table and causing the birds to flee from the nearby trunks. There were already orange and light brown leaves in some of the trees, held by a string, and the area reeked of wet grass. Maggie asked me to stop a few meters away from the entrance to the house.
"You better stay here. I'll try to be quick." She said and kissed me on the cheek before she left.
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