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Chapter 4
"Agent Dunn, there you are," never before had a human voice made Benji feel more physically sick. "I am glad you've agreed to help me".
The technician chose not to respond.
"And of all the explanations you could have made, you went with a suicide note?" the tone was mocking, and it made the tech clench his teeth. He had been expected that. He knew his team was being watched. The question was, for how long. And whether Henderson's actions stopped on just watching.
"I hope you wouldn't mind going on a little trip with me. Let us make it a surprise, though, shall we?"
Benji looked up in dull acknowledgement as he felt another puncture in his shoulder. Just in a few seconds he went completely limp, one of Henderson's guards preventing him from falling down to the ground.
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Jane and Ethan were standing in the corridor, anticipating a hard talk with their analyst. They had no idea how to tell him about what had happened. Both of them jumped when the door opened, letting out a doctor.
"You can go to him now, he's doing fine," the doctor smiled. "Just don't exhaust him too much; he can't process information that fast now, with his concussion…"
"Concussion?" Jane repeated.
"What concussion?" Ethan looked just as confused. The doctor shrugged.
"I don't know, ask him about it".
The agents exchanged glances, sighed and went into the room.
"How are you feeling?" Ethan asked, not knowing any better way to start the conversation. William smirked.
"Great," he deadpanned, watching his friends get closer and sit on the chairs by his bed.
"The doctor said you had a concussion," Jane fought for her voice to sound stronger. "What happened?"
"Didn't Benji tell you? He threw a bin at me. I'm gonna kick his ass when I get out of here," he smirked once again. "Still, it would be worse if he hadn't done that," Brandt's features became more serious. "Guess I owe him a thank you. Where is he, by the way?"
There was a pause, during which the analyst moved his gaze from Ethan to Jane. Had she been crying?
"He's not here," Ethan mentally kicked himself for such a stupid reply.
"No shit," Brandt chuckled, beginning to feel a bit nervous.
"He got called to the headquarters," that didn't sound convincing even to Ethan himself. He noticed Jane shoot a glance at him but ignored it. "Something urgent, I don't know".
Luckily, Brandt was too tired to pay much attention. He murmured "So he ran away? I'm definitely gonna kick his ass…" and was asleep again within seconds.
It was then that Ethan decided to answer Jane's glare.
"We'll tell him when he gets better," he whispered, and his teammate forced a nod.
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Benji Dunn didn't like waking up and not knowing where he was. This hadn't happened to him since university. This time, however, it was so much more serious. He looked around him with wildly opened eyes, unable to tell the floor from the ceiling and feeling like on board a ship during a bad storm. He tried to get up but his muscles disagreed with his brain, and he plastered himself on the floor.
"Beginning to believe me now?" Benji finally managed to fix his eyes on the man standing nearby and looking down at him with a sickening smile. "But don't worry. We can make you feel better. At least for a while".
"Is this your plan?" the technician asked, realizing it was actually the first time he ever talked back to Henderson, which brought an expression of true amusement to the man's face. "Spreading the virus and becoming the one who invents the cure?"
"You sound disappointed," Henderson's tone didn't change a bit.
"It's so old," Benji winced, feeling hot all of a sudden. "Nothing original".
"But quite effective," Henderson smiled. "You'll get convinced in it if you aren't yet".
