Chapter 2: Her
The next day I went through my daily morning routine, again dressed in my signature FBI tank top and jeans I head downstairs for breakfast. As I
eat my sausage and eggs, my mind starts think about this creature the FBI has found. They are obviously keeping it hush, hush since I haven't
read about it in the paper. I keep wondering what it might be, is it a guy or a girl or even does this species have different sexes. I have to say
this has definitely piqued my curiosity. I resolve to investigate more at work that day.
It's definitely a girl, you can tell by the width of the hips and the breasts on her chest and her long dark luscious hair . I had waited till the end of
the day to make my little trip. It had taken me an hour to sneak my way past security and into the viewing room adjacent to hers, she couldn't
see me thanks to the one way glass but for some reason I think she knew she was being watched. She kept looking at the glass as if searching
for some one, at one time her eyes rested on me, a look of sorrow and fear in her eyes, and then they passed over me to resume their search.
This felt all wrong, this was a sentient creature being held against her will, and her only crime was that of being different. Thankfully she was
resting in a state of the art hospital bed there was a splint on her broken leg and an IV in her arm. Though you could tell that the pain killer was
making her sleepy, she refused to sleep. I admire her resolve; I find that quality attractive in women. Quickly I put a loop on the video system,
this is someone I have to meet, in the back of my mind I hear a little voice saying "you'll get it for this!" I shove it farther back in my head
hopefully it wont voice its opinions anymore. I get to her door take a deep breath and walk in. she just stares at me a look of shock on her face,
her mouth slightly open, hi, I say nervously, "hi! I curse myself, is hi the best thing I can come up with!". She looks at me for a few seconds then
she too responds with a simple hi. With my hands behind my back I shuffle nervously, well, I say, isn't this sort of weird. She looks at me for
another second and she nods. Good, I think to myself, I'm doing just fine so far. Look, I say getting to the point, the reason why I'm here at the
moment is because the FBI here is planning on sending you to a research facility, most likely you'll be kept there for the rest of you life, I don't
think anyone deserves something like that so, I clear my throat, in the immortal words of Arnold Schwarzenegger, come with me if you want to
live, I said this with my best impression and was hoping that the significance of the pun might be known. She just stares at me and starts to
chuckle, well; she says to her self, I guess there are SOME semblances. This is the first time I have heard her speak, her voice almost musical, and
her laugh, oh her laugh. Kay, I say with a smile on my lips, just wait here a moment, I… I'll find a way to get you out of here. As I back up to the
door she still watches me, her eyes following my every step. As I go to close the door behind me she gives me a little wink and slight smile.
Flustered I close the door. That was nothing like what I had expected, from the way those two agents had been talking about her i was more
expecting something from out of The Thing. She, of course, was nothing like that. Yes, I had to admit, she was quite different. She didn't quite
have the same body structure as mine no tail my mind throws out sarcastically, she didn't have claws or fur either but she still was the figure of
womanhood. Keep focus, my conscience yells at me, we have to figure out a way for her to escape, we both know she doesn't deserve to go
where they're taking her. Immediately i start thinking up plans. I could possibly dress her up as a janitor and escort her out. No they've got facial
recognition at all the doors. I think harder this time, I know, I could get a janitor to wheel her out in a crate, they wouldn't check to see what was
in it if the top was nailed down. This I decide is the best course of action. Thankfully I knew just the janitor to talk to. Sytheas was a greyish
salamander who didn't know how not to get the best of people. If you ever wanted something at the agency, like maybe getting those new
infrared goggles sooner than later he could getem for ya. But the more you wanted something, or if it looked like he might be able to get some
more money out of you, sure as hell he would. Cafeful not to get caught I sneak my way back up to the main level and start my search for the
slimy guy. I find him mopping up the washroom that I had overheard the agents talking in. once I started checking the stalls Sytheas knew I
needed something. He leaned his mop against the wall and waited for me to finish my search. As I turned around I met his large smiling face, I
noticed that he had lost a few more teeth. Well well well, if it isn't Steven Kain, I'm surprised that some one like you would come to me fore
something. He looked at me knowingly. So, he said, what sort of business are you in need of, some medicinal drugs perhaps, or maybe one of
those new anti listening devices which you have demonstrated, he nodded his head at the stalls, that you need. You know I'm no druggy, and
you know that I prefer a manual search, just to be very sure no person is listening. I am here because I need something moved. I say this with a
straight face knowing that if I revealed anything the price would double. Oh, he says slowly, and might I ask what it is that needs moving? That's
only a need to know basis. I hope, that if I made it sound like it was FBI business he wouldn't charge so much. A need to know hmm, Sytheas
says with a slight smirk, okay I can move this need to know for you, but it's going to be pretty expensive. An hour and a half later I was standing
a few doors down from the womans cell with a large crate. I had managed to persuade her that this was the best way for our escape. She was
like me sceptic about the idea. But under the circumstances it was the best i had. Just then I spotted Sytheas coming down the hall, a trolley in
his hands and a blank look on his face. Here it is, I say as I step forward and gesture at the crate its lid already nailed down. Silently he slips the
forks under the trolley and begins to go down the hall to the service elevator. Remember I say running up next to him bring it out back and load it
in the back of my SUV you'll get paid then. He nods once and the elevator doors close. I get to the service entrance first. As I wait I consider what
I just instigated. If this was ever found out I would be screwed, I'd lose my job obviously, probably fined a great deal too. But jail? Probably not
either, if they wanted to keep her a secret they would not be able to raise the charges and risk they're discovery. After a few more minutes of
waiting in anticipation the double doors I had been watching opened and Sytheas with the crate walked through. You're lucky I'm such a great liar
Steven, he says as he moved the trolley behind my vehicle. Some lackey guard wanted to bust open the crate to see inside. He grins at me. But I
informed him that there was the remains of one of the more questionable experiments the labs downstairs cooked up was in there, stupid guard
didn't even realise that there are no labs down there. So, he says, where's the dough I haven't all day. I take out my wallet and finger $300
worth of bills out. A little more, he says, eyeing my hand. Regrettably I pull out another hundred. Was that so hard, he mocks. He turns away and
whistles his way back through the doors of the building. I look down at the box and think to myself, he could have helped me lift it.
