Place your bets -- Gillian (33)

Once we got off the plane, we were herded -- there's no better word for it -- into another room, almost identical to the one in the first waiting room we had been in, except this one had windows. Through the windows, there was a beach, and some palm trees. Considering my previous experiences with Agency windows, I wasn't sure I trusted these windows.
We were told to sit, and wait. I hated being ordered around and kept in the dark like this. I felt like the youngest intern all over again.
Ellen then walked off. Greg looked like he wanted to follow, but stopped himself and sat in the nearest chair. I sat down near him, and Scarlett across from me. Ian quickly came and sat with us. We all watched Virgil.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked over the windows. His head turned as he followed a brightly coloured bird's progress across the sky to land on a palm tree. "So," he said, without turning to look at us, "Anyone want to venture a guess?"
We all exchanged looks, except Greg, who craned his neck around to watch the door through which Ellen had left.
"Oh come now," Virgil said, turning this time, "Someone must have a theory as to where we're going." He watched our faces and laughed. "Surely the Agency hasn't run out of smart recruits. As I recall, a certain level of intelligence is required, is it not, Greg?"
Greg ignored him.
I almost looked over at Scarlett, but decided not to. "I have a theory," Scarlett said.
"Yes?" inquired Virgil.
"My theory is that you're an asshole that can't keep his nose in his own business."
"Ouch. You know, that almost got to me. Nice try, keep working on it." Virgil smiled slyly and turned back to the windows.
I was seething. This guy was really pissing me off. I would have killed him already if it weren't for the accent. But the points he had earned from the accent he was rapidly losing.
"You'll find out soon enough, in any case," Virgil said softly.
Luckily, Ellen walked in just then. "This way, please," she told us, holding the door through which she had come open. I hadn't noticed this door before, since it was close in colour to the wall and didn't have a handle on this side of it. Scarlett, Ian and I picked up our things slowly and followed the business-like Greg through the door. I dropped back to the end of the group, with Virgil behind me. I could sense his eyes on my back, watching me. I shivered and started walking faster.
We walked through a few more doors, but I couldn't remember which ways we'd turned or which doors we'd walked through. I tried to remember, so I could situate myself later, but I couldn't hold onto the directions in my mind.
Eventually we got to a slightly more open hallway, with carpets like in a hotel. There were two shiny elevators on one wall, and a short corridor on the opposite wall. A huge picture window occupied the third wall, with a smiliar beach scene to the one in the waiting area, only from higher up. "Your rooms are that way," Ellen told us, gesturing down the small corridor. The triangle will be ready in eight and a half hours. Get some sleep." She handed out pass keys. Mine matched Scarlett's; Greg and Ian's were identical. "What about me?" asked Virgil, eyebrow raised. "You get to come with me," Ellen told him, "Some people want to speak to you." She pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator.
I didn't wait for them to leave; I took off imediately for my room. I was tired, hungry, and creeped out by Virgil. I had only one thing to say to Scarlett as we enterd our room. "Man I hope this thing has a mini-bar," I told her, sighing.