"Backwards Moving"
Enola watched as the garage door slowly slide open and Gray drove in. The door closed quietly as Gray got out of the car. Enola followed suite, stepping out of the blue 2-door ford. Gray had mentioned something about its specific model, but Enola paid little attention. She didn't care about cars, as long as it got her from place to place everything was all good. She stepped through the door that Gray held open for her. She smiled at him as she walked through and was pleased that he returned the smile. Enola caught her breath as she looked about the room they had just entered. They had walked into the kitchen, filled with blues and yellows. Enola thought it was very stunning. "How do you like it?" Gray asked. Enola studied the room once more and replied, "It's perfect." Gray laughed. "Do look around some more, it is yours. I'll make some tea." Enola gawked at him. "Mine? You must be joking." "Do I look like I'm joking Jordan?" Enola smiled, she was beginning to like getting called Jordan. She shook her head, and turned to look at the rest of the house. It was a small house. In addition to the kitchen, there was a living room, filled with more blues. The bedrooms were on the second level, however, one was more an office than a bedroom. There was a bathroom between the two rooms. The upstairs was complete with slopped ceilings and also window seats that looked out over the water, what a great view. She relished the thought of curling up on the seat on a stormy windy day with a cup of tea and a good book. Enola walked back down the stairs, and saw Gray putting the tea down on the coffee table. "Now Jordan, if there is anything that is unsatisfactory and I mean anything, please let me know." Enola nodded, but said nothing; she didn't feel the need. She watched as Gray poured the tea, Oolong tea, her favorite. "I have a few more things that we must go over, pertaining to your cover. As I explained on the way over here that we will be providing you a monthly allowance, but you will need employment of some sort as the funds we will be giving you, will not cover everything." Gray paused, and Enola nodded, becoming more aware of how the SIA operated. Living on the outside, sure meant it. But she was quite sure that it wouldn't entirely be her life. What job could she possibly do? Taking Gray's silence as an opportunity to ask, she did just so. "If I am to be getting a job, how can I exactly keep the job when I have responsibilities to the agency?" Gray smiled warmly at Enola, "We have taken the liberty of setting up a job, one that leaves allowance for absences for certain amount of time." Enola nodded, "So are you going to tell me what this job is?" "One the drive here, we passed the city center, I assume you noticed a few different stores there, you will work at one of those. More specifically, you own one of them. The book store, Kendra Books" Enola looked at Gray in disbelief. Her? Own a bookstore? How could she possibly do that with no business background? Gray, sensing her doubt began to speak again, "It's a small local bookstore. There are already a number of employees who we have already hired, although the bookstore has not officially opened up yet. The details of the staff are upstairs in your office. Along with other books and information on the business. You will do fine. And, if there is a time that you run into difficulty, we will be here to help you a bit." Enola nodded. Like it or not, she would be running a bookstore. But given the perfect decoration of the house, perhaps the agency knew her very well. "But if I own a bookstore, how can I get away from it?" "Well, the staff will become aware of your passion for books, resulting in you traveling the about looking for specific books to keep in your own personal collection, or to sell in the store. So, absences will not be suspicious." Enola nodded. Gray looked at his watch, and Enola sensed that it was time for him to go. Or at least she hoped for him to go. She wanted to look around more, by herself. Gray stood up, "Well Jordan, I'm afraid this is all the time I have now. There are still a number of things to be discussed, but for now, start with learning about the bookstore itself. I have taken the liberty of leaving that information upstairs in your office. If you have more questions, just call me. As well, both Sara and Paige are located relatively close by, so need be." Enola nodded and replied, "Thank you." However, she wasn't sure she quite meant it. Business was daunting, she always dreamed about owning a bed and breakfast, but perhaps she would have to settle for something different considering she wasn't exactly living the life she had dreamed of. Enola watched as Gray silently closed the door behind him. Enola stood in the large kitchen for a moment, thinking about her surroundings. She slowly walked over to the door Gray had closed and bolted it. Gray's words were still swirling around in her head. "This is your place Jordan." She wasn't quite sure what to do and sauntered over to the fridge, inspecting it's contents. It was packed with all sorts of food, but Enola was far from hungry after all that food she had consumed back at the Baha Bar. She turned away from the fridge, bored already. She could use a nap, or even a nice long sleep, but there had to be something else to do. She headed upstairs to her study, Gray had called it an office, but she preferred study. No difference to her really though. She sat down on the swivel chair and opened up the file about Kendra books. She read a little bit, but found it hard on concentrate. Frankly, she was falling asleep. She rose from the chair and climbed into the bed in the other room. She pulled the quilt over her and sank into the pillows. Within minutes, she slept. Enola, thinking as Jordan walked into the conference room at SIA headquarters. She had received a phone call earlier, asking her to come in immediately. When she entered the room she saw Rebecca, Gray and surprisingly Joshua. She wondered what he was doing here. Hadn't she left Section and would never see any of them again? Perhaps she was wrong in her thinking. She was asked to sit down by Rebecca who looked grave. Enola wondered why. "Enola," Joshua began, addressing her by her former name. "Some decisions have been made regarding SIA and Section One, and after long discussions with Rebecca, we feel that it is best for you to come back to Section One." He paused for a moment. "What do you mean? I was under the impression that if I was to remain in Section that I would be cancelled?" Enola shot back, her voice full of anger. She had a place here now, not back at Section. She could never go back. "That has now changed. You're presence here has been deleted. You are to return to Section immediately." Joshua replied with similar vice. With that, Joshua rose and nodded to Owen, who Enola saw for the first time. As always, Owen was ready at Section's beck and call to do the dirty work with his domineering presence. Owen walked over to Enola, taking her arm, and *helped* her out of the room. She glanced back at Rebecca and Gray, wondering why. This couldn't be happening. "Joshua, you are not going to do this!" Enola yelled at him. She somehow broke free from Owen's grasped and lunged at Joshua. He struck her down, but she managed to get him to the ground on the second try. However, Owen now had his senses about him, and grabbed Enola, throwing her to the ground. Enola jolted up, confused as to where she was. Where were Joshua and Owen? She glanced about, looking at the room. It was somewhat familiar. She sighed in relief; she was in her new home in New Jersey State. Herself, Jordan, proud owner of Kendra books, yet to be opened. It was just a dream, nothing but a dream. With this realization, Enola's breathing slowed down and her heart rate dropped. Enola sank back into the pillows, aware of her biggest fear now. She never wanted to have anything to do with Section again. But was that possible? Return