Agents of Darkness

She sat in the waiting room of the HR department fidgeting, biting her lip and anxiously waiting.

He walked in and sat on a chair on the opposite side of the room, his red skin even more red after climbing the two-hundred flights of stairs. He nodded to his green-skinned associate.

“What have you done this time?” she asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. You?” he smiled slightly.

“Same. I don’t get the chance to do anything. She’ll probably tell us off, send us on our way, and then want to see us again next month.” she gripped her hands together, her knuckles turned white.

“No point being nervous then!” he always tried to reassure her.

“ENTER!” Boomed the voice from the other side of the door. The sign for Monique D’Arkness hung loosely on the door by a single screw, and swung freely as the door suddenly opened.

They both walked into the office, the red man allowing the green woman to go first. The door slammed shut behind them, and Monique sighed at her desk. “SIT!” She boomed once again. They both sat urgently. She gripped the metal arms on her chair tightly, he sat back relaxed.

“Now.” Monique began. “We aren’t going to go through this again. Downstairs have told me that we have to take action this time. They, or rather WE, are sending you both on a mission. You are to become agents of mine, and your mission is simple: to spread darkness, chaos and confusion to the greater world. You both do it in volumes in here, so we see you having no problem out there!”

“But…” she said.

“NO buts.” Monique interrupted.

“Where…” he asked.

“No wheres!” Monique interrupted once again, glaring at the red-skinned man. She flung a folder across the table to each of them. “Your mission is in here. It begins immediately. You are to move into the house provided, the details are in the folder, as are the identities you will be using. I will be in touch. NOW GET OUT!”

The door opened on its own accord again, and the chairs tipped the man and the woman up onto their feet. They both hurried out of the office without looking back.

“Well, this is different.” He said, just as the door slammed shut again behind them.