The Search

Chapter 4 

   I instantly had shot to the floor, putting my hands behind my head. Harry had quickly mirrored me, dropping to the floor with his hands resting on his head. Dark sacks were put over our heads. We had been guided to a van and driven for around half an hour. Once our destination has been reach we had been led to an a large plain white table with small chair around it, except the very large one at the head of the table. The guard took off our head sacks revealing our diverse environment.  A bald man wearing a white outfit with a Black "S" on the chest, white silk pants lined with a gold shiny material near his black boots.

   "Welcome my new captives," the man said with an eager smile.
A short skinny man handed him a packet of papers.

   "Harry Charmicheal, and Sam . . . Sam Theckerman" he said with a negative notion leaving my last name.
   " Let us welcome these newcomers to  . . . The Search, " He had announced.

   The loud clapping that bounced throughout this large room made me realize that other people perched up on terraces above observing perceptively.