You will probably not believe me if I told you this story, granted I can barely remember the details myself, after all, I was knocked out at the entrance, but here’s what I remember of how I – an out-of-work nearly homeless woman – ended up working for the most top-secret underground agency of America (oops, I guess it’s not so “top-secret” anymore) and please note that I like to run my sentences together, so don’t be shocked by the abundance of commas.

I arrived at this grayish-white building in the middle of a large empty parking lot, wondering if I was being set up, there was no sign, nothing telling me whether I was even in the right place, I thought about turning back and going home but, hey, a desperate woman must do what a desperate woman’s gotta do, right?

After a walk around, I found a door, it was painted black, I jiggled the knob, when it wouldn’t open, I knocked and yelled, “Hello, is there anyone there, I’m here for my 3 o’clock interview?”

In the next moment, as if an electric shock had traveled down from the top of the door to the knob, I heard a buzz before the door sprang open, “Ooo-kay.”

“Ma’am,” a tall, muscular man stood in his immaculate black suit and tie greeted me, what is this, I thought, suddenly feeling like I’m in a Man in Black movie, “if you will stand there, we will get your picture along with your fingerprints before we take you back for your interview.”

I stared at him, my fingerprints, I wanted to ask why but… yes, a desperate woman must do what a desperate woman’s gotta do, I stood against the black background and had my photo taken, placed my hand in the fingerprint scanner, and then I felt a jolt of electricity shot through me, that’s all I can remember until I woke up strapped to a chair and a white-haired man in a military uniform seated across from me, there’s a menacing look about him as he leaned forward and said, “Welcome to The Agency.”

Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Agency”.