The day he died, he did not go to any white light and there was no guardian angel to escort him across The Valley. He closed his eyes in the one moment and the next moment he was standing on a precipice. There was a black hole under the ledge he was balancing upon, and a sea of black nothing a mighty long way down. A voice from the sky informed him in a thunderous, echoing voice that he had been granted one and only one, second chance. The voice offered him a job, which Daimhin could not refuse. If he had declined the job offer he was sure he would have experienced the flailing arms falling sensation and he would have ended up in that place the Bible warned souls about. That place of eternal burning and suffering.
Daimhin turned when the passage came to a fork and continued down the white walled passage. A glimmering black door led to the opposite direction. He did not have clearance to enter to the black side, as it was sometimes referred to by his co-workers. The AoD: Covert Operations: Ireland, had their own front reception office and as indicated by the black door, Daimhin assumed the entire office was like the negative of the office for which he did have clearance. On this side, they collected the good souls and escorted their frightened and bewildered souls across The Valley. Daimhin had heard rumours that on the other side of that black door, they were not as accommodating and souls were not escorted toward the waiting area to await a verdict on where their souls will be going next. Sometimes when he saw guardians from the Covert Operations division out in the field, he felt a twinge of jealousy. They had the coolest weapons and they all wore uniforms. Apparently angry souls were difficult to contain, and obviously they had to be taken to the pit of fire forcefully. He could not think of anybody who would want to go there willingly.
He reached the inner office of Mr. Ahern and as he stepped into view of Mr. Ahern's personal assistant, she looked up at him. "You're late?"
He ignored her question. "Mr. Ahern wants to see me?"
" Go through. He is expecting you."
A feeling of apprehension settled on his shoulders as he walked to the large white double doors.
The doors swung open as if on cue, and Daimhin stepped into the large office of the Chief of Operations: Ireland. The décor from the corridors continued into the office, and the only difference was the one wall. One of the perks of being higher up on the food chain in any corporate environment. The view from the wall to wall seamless window was breathtaking. An ocean of white clouds extended as far as the eye could see.