a woman is waiting in the rain for a bus stop. The various reds and whites of the passing cars create nebula's in the puddles on the street. Various strangers hide their solemn expressions with dark umbrella's. The bus stop filled with white led lights and neon adverts feels like a safe heaven in the dark. The info sign flashes CANCELLED in red. Car engines and the pitter patter of the rain fill this lonely street with a cold presence.
A white Porsche pulls up and the woman clad in a white business suit walks up to the drivers window. A short exchanging of words later and a tall bald man with sunglasses walks out of the drivers seat and opens the backseat door. The bus stop adverts begin to flicker as some power malfunction cuts the entire image dark. The red and white lights zoom past without notice.
The white Porsche covers her through the rain and down through all the layers of this metropolis. Various street food vendors sit and smoke, the smoke from their cooking stations dancing with the lights.
They enter a garage and go down and down its circulating roads.
On the bottom floor a parking spot opens up to reveal a hidden trapdoor, the car rides down and they enter a tunnel filled with light.
First time in this department? The bald driver asks.
2nd. The lady says monotonously.
The car stops before a gate that is guarded by men in strange armour.
After a short exchange of information the woman walks out and into the marbled path behind the gate.
She removes her sunglasses revealing eyes drowned in pitch black shadow.
high heels echo in the distance as the gates come to a close.
Shutting down questions and protecting secrets better kept.
A man in a full white business suit sits at a bus stop. The neon sign flickers CANCELLED as he gazes through is sunglasses.
pitter patter fills the soudn