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There is a squeak from a door and David rolls himself into the blue-lit lab. He grabs a handful of papers and looks them over briefly before noticing that he wasn't the only person in the room.
" Jeez!" he says, " You're like a damn cat! How long have you been here?"
"A while" a female voice responds. " I've been watching her."
" Just for fun?" he asks, a little bemused. He watches her from across the room. She stands with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. It's almost as if she can't complete the puzzle. Finally she turns her face and lifts her hand to shield her eyes, making a face as if she is about to be sick.
" No." the woman says, " I hate her. I hate what she is. Who she is! But we can't go on without her. I'll be glad when this is over and we can get rid of her."
David wheels himself closer.
" I share your sentiment. At least, if everything goes as planned, I'll be walking by then."
The woman places a hand on his shoulder and rubs it gently.
" How long do you think until we can take our findings public?" She asks sinisterly.
" A month", he guesses, " maybe two. Depends on how this next trail goes. She's been responding wonderfully to some mixes, others, not so much. It was touch and go last week when she had a drop in her vitals but thankfully they were able to bring it back up. She's not doing great, but she's alive enough for what we need."
" What's her general health?" The woman asks, playing with her hair absentmindedly.
" Like I said, " David looks to her, " Her vitals were down last week but we've brought them up. Her heart is going. We aren't meant to spend long periods of time in water, or on drugs. Her muscles are failing. Her heart won't last very long either. Her blood pressure is kept very low and the drugs take it even lower. There is no way of knowing what she would be like in this condition if she were awake. Which is why it's best to terminate when we're through!"
The woman crosses his path and stands directly in front of the tank. She stares into Beatrice's eyes. There's hatred there. Her lip curls and she grimaces. " It's hard to imagine this vile human contains everything we have worked for. Everything we have been looking for."
" We have made final preparations for our contingency plan." He says, handing her a sheet of paper, " Just in case it all goes to shit."
" It won't." She says calmly. " No one is looking for her and our information is redacted to leave any mention of her out of it."
" You sure are ballsy!" he laughs, turning away from her and towards the door, " Come. Let's get a drink."
As David exits the room, the woman still stands and still glares at the lifeless body in front of her. She smiles an evil smile and proceeds to spit on the tank. When she walks away she seems to hum to herself.
Writer's note: Sorry for another short chapter. Instead of waiting for tomorrow i may just upload another tonight…I haven't decided yet. Thoughts?
