It was an unusually uncomfortable ride to the meeting for him. He was only 52 and his hands were trembling as though a gun was pointed at his head, not to say that he hadn't been in that position before. I've seen it with my own eyes even, which begs the question, why didn't he point his gun at me. I know the pronoun game is annoying so I won't drag you in it any longer. Last I checked, his ID showed "Alvaro Salinas" so I'm guessing that's his name but I've noticed that he takes massive precautions to prevent people from knowing his name.
I'm getting off hand, you want to know where he's going, right? Well, that's the thing. I don't know. He's passed a major mall called "The Great India Place", but I thought that the sign, or signs since I have passed a lot on the way, would be in Hindi. Anyways, I think we are in Noida which is the far north of India so I think we are heading to Site-36 to check up with the specialized MTF training groups. I've seen MTF before, and field agents for that matter, but they don't seem to be able to notice that I'm a fake. I'm like אף אחד לא צל or something like that. The Site apparently had a few scps, one which they say predicts important events that result in massive loss of life, and another is an organic village. Funny thing is, I know the hows, the whys, and the whats but that's an explanation for later. Back to the man at hand, Alvaro was wearing the standard suit with a brown undershirt for extra diversity, a nice touch I would say, and he was holding the standard tan colored folder containing similar papers. I had to listen to actually find out what they might've been.

"Do you think that Aaron Bank will actually read my document?" Alvaro was coupling the folder, though trying not to tear it up or crease it.

His driver looked up in the rear-view mirror towards Alvaro, "I've never met the man myself so I can't say for certain. People have said that he is a serious but welcoming man if you impress him enough." The driver quickly looked back onto the road, unsure of what he said. He's probably an amateur when it comes to escorting high-value VIPs.

"Well, that sounds much better. I've had a few colleagues meet him and the next day they were put into a lower position than me. Like, what's up with that, right?" His speech becomes more and more anxious by the minute. It's almost as if he was about to go into a huge job interview that could change his life, like at a major technology and fruit company.

"We're nearly there, just to let you know. Would you like to stop at a restaurant, sir?" I looked at his eyes briefly and saw hesitation. He probably wanted to get the ride over and done with since he's been driving for nearly 5 hours and a half.

"Yeah, I could do with some food before I get demoted from my position. Could we stop at Rajan Pan Bhandar?" This caught the driver a bit off guard for some reason. He had been concentrating on the road for most of the time, listening to Alvaro mumble about back home and how he's going to introduce a special group into the monopolized enterprise. I sometimes caught him losing the rhythm of what he was saying and instantly changing the subject. Maybe it's because he was worried about whether I would sabotage his evil master plan.

"Um, sure. That's oddly specific. I'll see if I can find it on Bhuvan maps." I knew it. He knew it. Shit, even my imaginary friend knew it. Something was amidst, and I can't wait to see what unfolds.

"No need, I've been to this place before so I know where it is." Okay then, sure. Whatever you say, buddy. I guess that he thinks that the driver would buy his bullshit whiteboy lie about being in a working-class district of Najibabad.

The car started to slow down along a relatively thin dirt street, people calming walking across to their mini markets and fish shops. Behind the car was an attempt at an intersection that got the driver confused. He probably wasn't too knowledgeable about India's street laws. The intersection was very quiet for a while before the sound of a V8 disturbed the smooth waves of the marketplace. A black Ferrari roared straight through the intersection, with a hint of pink following the trashy wrap job it obviously had. Behind it was a blue Mercedes Benz with a woman holding an INSAS rifle bursting at the Ferrari but not trying to hurt the driver. The surprise startled the driver and the car slid to a stop.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing, man? Come on, I've got to get to this meeting. It's crucial for them to know about my covert group before the site goes down!" The driver was too hazed to notice how loudly Alvaro shouted at him. I was surprised at his urgency and the matter didn't seem to strike me as overly important.

The driver was inexplicably scared about the recent incident but got back to his senses and drove on. I heard a magnetic clang! to Alvaro's side of the car. I'm even more surprised that he didn't hear it. He must be more fixated on how late he'll be to the meeting. Visual sweat now stained his shirt's collar and made a noticeable, but hard to see, stain on his shirt. The car moved steadily along the dirt road with slight loss of traction. Alvaro's muscles tightened and his mouth moves with stutters, "I'm gonna fucking fail this" and things related to that. After a few minutes of this, his chest begins to convey irregular respirations and his eyes lost concentration to the right side of the marketplace. I can tell that more and more of the market is becoming familiar meaning that we are close. His folder is shaking and Alvaro is clearly not worried about creasing it up at all.

"Stop right here!"

The car swiftly stopped at the volume of Alvaro's voice and the driver's foot on the brake. I looked around and saw that there was barely anyone in sight, meaning that the meeting was surely not to be overheard by the accidental eavesdropper. Alvaro gripped his folder and was quietly muttering to himself. He was breathing more deeply and his eyes looked strained. The driver knew that the meeting would take awhile so he was scanning the desolate commercial area for a market, preferably a mall, but he knew that wouldn't be here. The street next to Sabnigran St was called Kallu Ganj and had a Hindu Temple in construction. The whole structure of the construction looked odd because the temple seemed to be almost finished but closer inspection gives a sense that it'll never be finished. The Driver was looking cautiously at the in-progress temple. Confused, I hurriedly followed Alvaro towards the Rajan restaurant. There is a man waiting outside with a complimentary plate of Paan. Behind the man are two very large, tall and muscular men wearing business-like suits. They're your average cliche bodyguards who would probably drop if you even dare hurt them.

We walk up to the man who is casually dressed, despite what was said inside the car, and sat down on the opposite side of the wooden table. The table seems to have small grass and leaf clippings sticking out of it but gives off the odd smell of garlic surrounds the group of tense and calm men. One broke the silence.

"Why are you wearing a fucking suit and tie. I didn't say this was a business meeting did I?" The man sitting down was frustrated by the image that he was seeing. Clearly contemplating whether to call the meeting off before it even started, Alvaro gave his well thought out response.

"S—I wasn't sure about what we were supposed to wear so I went with the logical choice."

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"No! Of course not, I just didn't know the full the details. The response you gave me was vague and cryptic."

"Rightly so, this meeting is very confidential beyond your own clearance level and yet, here you are."

"How's the site going? I heard they were expanding for more SCPs."

"That expansion is for specialized vehicles for the MTF. Most of these vehicles don't even look armored but that's for the False Flag Ops that they often do. We actually just took in a
Mahindra Bolero and a Honda City. Both cars had to have their engines replaced due to them being too underpowered and slow."

"Sounds like the site has been doing pretty good. Any new MTF equipment in the works?" To me, I already know this so I'm starting to get a bit bored but then the director said something.

"We are actually currently in developments of creating a sight that can see through walls with vacuums in between and with a thickness of half a kilometer. They would be adjustable, of course. With this in the works, we are also creating a projecting device which allows constructs of rooms with entities and people to be created by manipulating the sun's rays into visible images that is constantly updating."

"Wow, so I'm guessing you guys are really busy over there. Hopefully, I'm not wasting your time becau—"

"Actually, you are wasting a lot of my time which I could be using to eat this wonderful paan and go sign some actual proposals."

"Ok, ok, here's my folder."

Alvaro gave the man the folder immediately, without hesitation even. The man eyed the folder cautiously and showed experience beyond what I had previously known over the years.

The man opened the folder and looked at its only content:

The man breathes deeply and frowns at the document before opening his lips. "So is this a proposal or just an informative document on an underground White Task Force that we can't even control?"

Alvaro's arms tremor a little at the sudden and intensity of the question. His calmness at the start had been turned around by the man's frustrated exclamation. "Well, the document is informative to get you up-to-date on the task force, which you clearly haven't heard about yet, and give you an idea of where we are and where we want to head towards."

One of the bodyguards stiffened to the sound of people marching. I, for one, was a little bit worried that we were going to be ambushed and shot at because of the rumors going around. Before we could see the crowd of people, who were actually protesting for stricter laws on safety since the last mass murder, the table literally broke to the ground and started to decompose at an alarming rate.