The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 88: ‘Who would break in to steal my notes?’
‘Who would break in to steal my notes?’ James asked himself. There was nothing top secret about them. They were notes made looking at the basic files. At best he might have a more familiar eye to cast over them, but other than the missing department, he didn’t see anything to cause major concern.
‘Unless the missing department was the major concern,’ James thought. It was easier to dwell on the files than to think about Carson. In his mind he continued to go over the files in his head, studying them mentally as he looked for possible reasons to take them. He saw none.
By the time Morris returned, James still hadn’t found a reason. He looked over at the last agent left standing. He looked a lot better than he had before. He was still clearly injured and he managed to find a cane from somewhere, a stout wooden thing that looked like an imperial era Englishman would have brought back from Africa or India or maybe even Egypt as a souvenir. James couldn’t tell as the designs carved into it seemed to blend motifs.
“Ugly as sin I know,” Morris said. “But it does the trick.”
“I’d say more confused about its origins than ugly,” James said. “But you are listing less.”
“Which is the point,” Morris said with a wry grin. He gestured to James’ bag. “Is that everything you brought with you?”
James patted his work bag. He had forgotten it still rode at the small of his back. Cassie’s Book thumped against the small of his back. “That’s everything,” he replied.
“Good,” Morris said. “We’ll be going out the back way and heading to a safe house while this gets cleared up. You’ll need to stay hidden for the moment until we can figure out a few things.”
“Safe house,” James repealed.
“I don’t think it will be for long.”
“Because they got the files they were after,” James asked.
“Because these were the only files they took,” Morris corrected. He swayed a little. “Look while someone is coming to clean this, there is a medic waiting at the safe house, so if we could talk on the way it would be appreciated.”
James nodded. “You aren’t planning on driving are you?”
Morris smiled. “I was rather hoping you’d do the honors.”
“It would help us arrive in one piece,” James said.
“Always preferable.” Morris turned towards the door and James followed him out of the conference room. The halls were darker now. James hadn’t appreciated how much light filtered into the conference room from the windows. He also hadn’t realized how much hat light was artificial. While things were settled, the sun headed towards the horizon.
Morris didn’t turn on any lights as they moved and he didn’t seem inclined to talk. Morris didn’t lead him towards the front of the office but rater into a small dark back room. He unlocked what looked to be some sort of supply closet. James followed him in and Morris locked the door behind them. Off to the side, cleverly hidden by the open door was a small elevator.
“There is a stairwell too for when there is no power, but tonight, I’m not feeling up to the stairs,” Morris explained.