New Hell

Everything began that melancholy morning. He had been called to the central bureau for a top secret mission. He was used to being summoned like this. He turned on the ignition and headed north on the wet road from Washington DC to the central bureau headquarters. The foggy highway was empty. The freshness of the trees lining the road made theair feel doubly clean. The slight curve of the highwa concluded in a sharp turn at the end of which a magnificen building appeared