Hiya, here's chapter ten…
The Escape
The group returned to headquarters from their fight at Café Mew, in relatively good shape. Kero raised his left wrist in the direction of a computer attached to the metal door before them. The screen lightly scanned a numbered tattoo engraved in his skin. The ink was dark and as the entrance unbolted, the three agents entered with grave faces.
Falling in line behind one another, they squared their shoulders, eliminated their expressions of fear and marched into the endless maze.
Scientists worked with their heads down behind bulletproof glass. The automatic doors of each room were bolted with the same technology as the main entrance and supervisors stood at the largest desks. Each table was cluttered with chemicals, practical equipment or laptops filled with data. The ceilings and walls were white and the floors were tiled a pale neutral colour.
"You know every time we come here it gets me thinking of whether they were just trying to save money by keeping everything so white." Lee muttered as, he followed behind the two brothers, Ku and Kero. He usually traipsed in last. He preferred to be out of the way and like a wallflower in the background.
With Ku up front, Kero could spare a few glances at the scientists. Some were writing complicated equations onto boards, whilst others corrected them and the rest attempted to halt any possible arguments. Having so many geniuses together in one building could be harmful for all.
The experiments were held on the lower floors below ground level where as, for the next five floors of the skyscraper were littered with spacious rooms for the scientists' research. Beyond those were ten floors for personnel. Every employee had their own styled accommodations to their own liking complete with clothes ordered in from America.
No worker was to leave the premises without a valid reason, an assignment or a permission slip from the boss. To the world they no longer existed, never did and never would. Everything they would need was held on the upper floors beyond the living spaces. The person in charge of all operations within the building spared no expense. Their boss truly was a wealthy and remarkably imaginative individual.
He took the time from his job to visit particular cases in the test and trial departments' such as, the former experiment known as 2, 0, 4. He saw incredible potential in that creation. His own designs were used for the first human interaction to their advanced scientific works. 2, 0, 4, was the first that adapted the chemicals to suit it's skin. The girl was a remarkable find. The other animal tested subjects had mostly ended with consequences, but the blood revolutionized the drug enhanced for the controlled assassins. The answer was all about blood type. Now their boss, Lance had gone on to inject more humans like the first. However, he had wanted her for more than just experimentations and assassinations. Although she was the best Lance thought of her, as more than his creation… he loved the girl.
There were more people involved in the mess than just the employees and creators of the chemical drugs though. Lance had had higher producers for money to help support the company and with 2, 0, 4, on the loose in Tokyo city, the three assassin agents were sent to detain her any way necessary without witnesses, by Lance's orders. If she were to confess the company's existence then the supporters would bale from the program resulting in a major shutdown. The public would retaliate to the research and the authorities would also become involved. All quests and testing, if known by the governments, would most definitely be seen as illegal.
Passing a cross section of hallways the trio caught sight of security arguing with a lab coated woman that was demanding more Sodium Hydroxide for her team. For the past week demands for more chemicals had been soaring high.
Ku continued further up the corridor until he reached a circular office that held the first and only wooden doors in the entire structure. Double oak doors stood elevated and conceited snugly against the white walls. Each was furnished and in front of the grand entrances sat a twin desk to join them. An elderly man towered above the aged table. His top hat covered booklets for mechanics, as he soaked in the information from the glowering screen of the monitor.
"Albert?" Ku asked with an anxious voice and a wary tone, "We came to see Lance…" the old man known as Albert shook his hand in Ku's general direction and sighed.
"When will you three learn to stay out of these things? He'll have your heads before your thirty." Albert moaned, whilst standing from his previous position only to hear his back crackle.
Lee winced at the pained look Albert released and stepped into the domed room along with Kero, "We got involved because, she used to be one of us." Albert scratched a small grey beard that drooped from his chin.
Giving them a defiant glare, Albert returned to the shimmering screen beside him, "Judging from the list, I'd say he's still in a meeting with the supporters. Not just that, but I haven't seen them come out yet… although I was given a note from Lance." He murmured whilst tossing documents around the desk. Numerous files fell to the floor in his hurry and eventually after searching the draws; he held a sticky note up in triumph, "There it is! The gist is that he wants you to see him and the supporters." At their dubious glances he continued, "I know that's not what he actually wrote boys, but I thought I'd save you the hassle and foul language."
"Oh… okay then." Lee said as they nodded in acceptance.
Ku trailed up to the doors that rose high to the ceiling. His hand hesitated without control as; he attempted to grasp one of the brass handles firmly in his grip. Kero followed his brother and Lee scurried not too shortly after sharing polite greetings with Albert.
Entering the meeting, each member fell in line once more and approached the nine-seated individuals. Lance was seated at the middle of the circular table that was obviously his usual place. To his right were two men and two women where as, on his left sat three men and a woman. Each wore a suit or knee length skirt and blouse.
"Good of you to join us. Now where is she?" Lance asked with an eager voice. The other eight glanced intently at the group of assassins.
"Well… we found her," Ku said slowly to gather his thoughts, "Then we ran into some complicated situations." Nothing came. Lance's mouth hang agape as, the others scowled at the boys' failure.
A horribly aged woman with her greying hair tied into a bun with strands falling past her neck, stood from her leathered chair and shouted in a scolding tone, "I told you we should have sent real warriors in there. My people are brilliant at killing-"
"No! I will not tolerate any colleague that kills that girl!" Lance protested whilst slamming his fists on to the desk. The other men and women whispered.
A disgruntled and vertically challenged man rose from his comfortable position and retaliated, "Lance, we all know how this will end and when it does we'll all suffer the consciences. We cannot afford to lose all the money we have invested into this project of yours. Why should we have to compensate for your mistakes?"
"Your personal feelings for this girl have gotten out of hand, I for one believe that you ought to be removed form the assembly." An Englishman said in a hopeless way. His fellow men mumbled in agreement.
Lance shuddered and hoisted himself from the expensive leather; "I am the one that began this whole company. None of you could truly understand the accomplishments I have made with this development scheme. Our futures and our children's futures could be sealed by the very success of this plan. The instalment into society is in a few years to come. You will see that people will accept these breakthroughs in science just as they had accepted water, oxygen and genes."
"People didn't accept those advancements though…" Kero sighed mournfully. Lance knew a lot about science, but hardily anything on its history.
Nonetheless, Lance continued without acknowledging Kero's saddened voice, "Now you think that you can just push me away. I am the president of this operation. These employees follow me and only me. You cannot and will never take me from this throne! I own this place just as you own your homes!" he hollered at his associates. They pondered his speech for a few minutes and then agreed that he indeed owned the company.
Whilst politely allowing each member to leave his office though, Lance took Lee aside and harshly whispered, "If she is not in my arms by the end of the next month… I'll have you three assassins assassinated and then I'll kill anybody that comes between her and me. Do you understand! And for God's sakes would somebody kill the witnesses! How hard could it really be, its not like they're the Mew mews for crying out loud." Tired and uncertain of their leader's sanity, the associates decided it was best to head off home. Some would fly back to France, Italy, Germany and even Russia where as, others would go back to England or to other central areas of Japan.
Departing from Lance's infuriated and jittery mood, the group of assassins backed out of his office and ran along the dreary hallways. It took them an entire week to create a fail-safe idea, but eventually they were well on their way to preparing for a break in to Café Mew and the kidnapping of experiment 2, 0, 4.
Well that's chapter 10.
Just a note for readers: I've actually written the entire plot for the rest of this story so it's just a matter of writing the ideas into sentences etc. I've also got most of the plot for the sequel too so no worries. I will complete a chapter at least once a week, bye x.