Now Budd is sitting in his four thousand dollar office chair. Black budget luxuries for the elite of the secret badge. He is having his morning cup of coffee this sexy little redhead secretary brewed for him. He is in a state of perfect calm. Reading the morning's emails. Punching up some data and those slow savory sips. She makes the best coffee and gives the best head of any pro in the Bureau. Even better than Budd.
His thick door with its bullet proof glass is wavering now. A tiny vibration that gets to be a stronger and stronger pulse. The wall dissolves and the road flows forwards like a lapping river. It runs right through his belly and onwards. Carving new ravines and canyons in a re-directed path. Budd slowly sips his coffee. Scrolls the data. The day goes on. The birds sing backwards.