421 Conclusion

The subtle shaking of the ground, the air of desertion, the aura of uneasiness. A day for celebration turned to a cacophonous continuum of sequences many thought to be unreal.

Across the bridge, the headquarters of the AHA hosted a strange figure. A lady accompanied by Director Leo. Long and ever-stretching, the hallway tipped to go under. From bright and joyful to dull and stern, the color-scheme added to the mystic. 

 "Oh dear Cleo," said the Director with upmost affection, "-why was it you wanted to see our secret room so much?" 

 "Leo, my dear Leo," replied she caressing the shorter man's cheek, "-I want to know everything about you," her chest soon stuck to his shoulders, "-after all, I'm willing to give you all of me, what about you?"