As part of Carr Hill’s ‘We are Reading Challenge’ we have created a number of 'student author’ posts. The work of our student authors will regularly be shared on the website, in editions of our school magazine and other communication channels. In the next of our student author contributions Year 10 Benjamin shares the next part of his story- The Assassin’s Last Victims; Part Four Thank you, Benjamin.
It was loaded and ready to fire. Her face was a bright peachy coloured skin tone and she had little amount of make-up on which made her look so beautiful. Her hair had a bright orange and ginger colour to it and it was as orange and ginger as the sun on a sunset over New York City with a brilliant view from the empire state building.
She demanded, “Excuse me, who ever said that just then please come over to me! Waiter please may you (giving the waiter a slip of paper) call this number and tell them it has happened again, say it’s from Detective Sarah Havel, from the NYPD Homicide unit.” The waiter left the corridor in the glass and quartz elevator whist he walked quickly over to Detective Havel. He and Detective Havel went into a private staff interview room, it had a tasteful in a corporate way - nothing interesting enough to cause offence not to matter what a person's preferences might be. It was the Lego house for the identical workers in clean cut suits.
He inquired quietly, “I am an undercover agent for the British Protection Agency, my code name is UA-01 and I am here looking for the assassin who murdered those people. I’ve worked on this case for more than 16 years with my undercover unit but I’m the only one left in it.” Detective Havel confusingly interrogated, “So what information have you found out about the assassin?” He didn’t reply and instead pulled out a 1TB hard drive and gave it to her.
He quickly strides out of the private staff interview room and headed downstairs through the stairs ahead were twisted in a perfect spiral, like a child's slinky toy pulled from each end. Each stair was likely a deep walnut, but with the thick layer of undisturbed dust it was hard to tell. The inner edge was painted antique cream, and when Saskia disturbed the dust layer the paint was quite perfect underneath; no dirt and no flaking or dents. It was as if it was perfect one day and abandoned the next, just like the rest of the world.
About an hour later, a white with a blue stripe, across the middle, with in bold letters ‘POLICE’ he thought angrily, “That must be Detective Havel’s back-up, oh and she is going to ruin my investigation!” Straight away, he turned around angrily and marched back up the spiral staircase like a general marching with his troops into battle.
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