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"Okay pet, we're here. Now what?"
"We go in and find the place in which they keep the machine without being found out. We run you through the machine and get the hell out of there. If all goes well there won't be any trouble"
"Sounds simple enough"
"It would be if every single person in there wasn't looking for you or if I wasn't the most recognizable slayer this side of the Pacific. I guess it all comes down to acting as if we belong there and hope that the getups are enough"
Spike was in standard commando uniform, complete with gun and tazer. He had the hood up to cover the bleach-blond hair but the mask would have been overkill and undoubtedly have drawn attention to us. As for my part, I was in a long white lab coat with the Initiative insignia over nondescript clothing. I had pulled my hair back and added a pair of glasses I bought in the ninth grade in hopes of appearing smarter. We both had ID badges pinned to our outfits.
I had been to the Initiative a few times but to the lab only once. I couldn't expect Spike to be any more familiar as his status as lab subject had not included a tour of the premises. Xander's blueprint would really come in handy.
The entrance to the main building was guarded by a couple of guards on the outside and another couple inside. All of them had weapons as well as a hand-held scanners that would verify our ID's.
As we got nearer the building, his pace quickened. It was as if he couldn't wait to get in the building. For the first time that night, I questioned his motives. What was he looking for inside? Salvation or revenge?
The guards scanned the badges and they cleared. The doors opened and we were finally within the complex.
The Initiative's lobby was designed for visitors. It was done in a very modern décor that was accentuated by the art hanging on the walls. There were a few floor plants scattered here or there as an attempt to bring the outdoors to this very sterile environment.
Spike's blue eyes darted back and forth obviously trying to commit everything to memory.
Although, Xander had said that there weren't going to be that many people there were quite a few around. All of them moved like they had the fate of the world in their hands. Spike and I exchanged looks and tried to emulate their movements and pace.
The lobby gave way to a long corridor. At the end of it I would find the elevator that would lead me to the underground labs.
There were three other scientists waiting by the elevator. Two white coated men and a female lab tech. We politely acknowledged them but one of them looked at us rather suspiciously. She was especially focusing on Spike as if trying to pinpoint exactly were she had seen him before. I aimed a cold look that made her avert her eyes. She must have thought I was some overzealous girlfriend.
The doors slid open and the five of us made our way inside. I knew that the lab had three subterranean levels. The device that we were looking for was housed in the lower level next to the specimen cells.
I glanced at Spike. I had no idea how being back here would affect him. He was apparently untroubled but I sensed something simmering inside of him. I could not name the emotion but I knew that it would surface soon enough.
Thankfully, the trio exited one level before us. A few seconds later we reached our floor. As the doors opened, muffled screams and barely audible groans replaced the silence. We were at the bowels of the Initiative lab.
"He is new" Spike whispered.
"Who?"
"Whoever is screaming like that. When I first got here I used to scream. I used to scream, threaten and beg but learned pretty fast that it doesn't help at all. Its better to conserve your energy and endure"
I nodded sadly and tried to imagine how the remarkable man besides me had been reduced to cowering and pleading at his captors. No matter what happened tonight, I swore that they would never again have him under their control.
We were in the middle of a well-lit corridor. The walls were lined with closed doors that had letters and numbers to identify them. To the right side of each door was an ID scanner that would grant the bearer access if they cleared. Inside one of these rooms was a machine that resembled a CAT scanner and would free Spike from his computerized leash.
Remembering Xander's specifications I led the way. The lab was designed like a labyrinth with one corridor forking in three different directions. It was very easy to get lost.
As we made our way we encountered the odd Initiative employees who had pulled the nightshift but not one stopped us or inquired about our presence. The Initiative employed so many people that many of them did not know one from another.
Finally we reached our destination. I slid my ID through the scanner and the door opened automatically. We stepped inside.
The room was large and lined with charts and a couple state-of-the-art computers. It had what looked like an autopsy table on one corner. Next to it was the deactivation device. The machine did resemble a black CAT scanner. The subject would be strapped to the attached table and be slid inside the device. The screen would zero in on the chip and analyze its functioning. The lab tech could then type in commands on the computer that would modify the chip or activate certain capabilities. One particular command would deactivate the chip completely.
Spike looked at me questioningly and I nodded. He took his hood out and stretched across the leather-covered table. I went to the computer and set in motion the device. The table came to life and entered the apparatus through its round gap. It stopped when Spike's head and shoulders were positioned inside. I walked over to his side and touched his cold hand.
"Ready?"
"Yes, pet"
I typed the command on the machine's computer and placed my finger over the Enter button. After taking a deep breath I pressed enter and a green light was emitted from the opening. An image of Spike's brain came on the screen with a cluster of letters and numbers superimposed on it. The machine was taking its final readings from the chip as it deactivated it.
Moments later it was all over. The gap was once more dark and the table slid out. Spike was unmoving and his eyes were closed. I panicked and rushed to his side. The blue eyes opened and he smiled.
"Hello Cutie"
TBC. Sorry for the long wait and thanks again for the reviews. There is one more chapter left and an epilogue. And yes we will find out who the mystery vamp which will lead to our heroine making one very painful decision. Nobody is ever happy for long in SunnyD.
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3 Entry # 30
"Okay pet, we're here. Now what?"
"We go in and find the place in which they keep the machine without being found out. We run you through the machine and get the hell out of there. If all goes well there won't be any trouble"
"Sounds simple enough"
"It would be if every single person in there wasn't looking for you or if I wasn't the most recognizable slayer this side of the Pacific. I guess it all comes down to acting as if we belong there and hope that the getups are enough"
Spike was in standard commando uniform, complete with gun and tazer. He had the hood up to cover the bleach-blond hair but the mask would have been overkill and undoubtedly have drawn attention to us. As for my part, I was in a long white lab coat with the Initiative insignia over nondescript clothing. I had pulled my hair back and added a pair of glasses I bought in the ninth grade in hopes of appearing smarter. We both had ID badges pinned to our outfits.
I had been to the Initiative a few times but to the lab only once. I couldn't expect Spike to be any more familiar as his status as lab subject had not included a tour of the premises. Xander's blueprint would really come in handy.
The entrance to the main building was guarded by a couple of guards on the outside and another couple inside. All of them had weapons as well as a hand-held scanners that would verify our ID's.
As we got nearer the building, his pace quickened. It was as if he couldn't wait to get in the building. For the first time that night, I questioned his motives. What was he looking for inside? Salvation or revenge?
The guards scanned the badges and they cleared. The doors opened and we were finally within the complex.
The Initiative's lobby was designed for visitors. It was done in a very modern décor that was accentuated by the art hanging on the walls. There were a few floor plants scattered here or there as an attempt to bring the outdoors to this very sterile environment.
Spike's blue eyes darted back and forth obviously trying to commit everything to memory.
Although, Xander had said that there weren't going to be that many people there were quite a few around. All of them moved like they had the fate of the world in their hands. Spike and I exchanged looks and tried to emulate their movements and pace.
The lobby gave way to a long corridor. At the end of it I would find the elevator that would lead me to the underground labs.
There were three other scientists waiting by the elevator. Two white coated men and a female lab tech. We politely acknowledged them but one of them looked at us rather suspiciously. She was especially focusing on Spike as if trying to pinpoint exactly were she had seen him before. I aimed a cold look that made her avert her eyes. She must have thought I was some overzealous girlfriend.
The doors slid open and the five of us made our way inside. I knew that the lab had three subterranean levels. The device that we were looking for was housed in the lower level next to the specimen cells.
I glanced at Spike. I had no idea how being back here would affect him. He was apparently untroubled but I sensed something simmering inside of him. I could not name the emotion but I knew that it would surface soon enough.
Thankfully, the trio exited one level before us. A few seconds later we reached our floor. As the doors opened, muffled screams and barely audible groans replaced the silence. We were at the bowels of the Initiative lab.
"He is new" Spike whispered.
"Who?"
"Whoever is screaming like that. When I first got here I used to scream. I used to scream, threaten and beg but learned pretty fast that it doesn't help at all. Its better to conserve your energy and endure"
I nodded sadly and tried to imagine how the remarkable man besides me had been reduced to cowering and pleading at his captors. No matter what happened tonight, I swore that they would never again have him under their control.
We were in the middle of a well-lit corridor. The walls were lined with closed doors that had letters and numbers to identify them. To the right side of each door was an ID scanner that would grant the bearer access if they cleared. Inside one of these rooms was a machine that resembled a CAT scanner and would free Spike from his computerized leash.
Remembering Xander's specifications I led the way. The lab was designed like a labyrinth with one corridor forking in three different directions. It was very easy to get lost.
As we made our way we encountered the odd Initiative employees who had pulled the nightshift but not one stopped us or inquired about our presence. The Initiative employed so many people that many of them did not know one from another.
Finally we reached our destination. I slid my ID through the scanner and the door opened automatically. We stepped inside.
The room was large and lined with charts and a couple state-of-the-art computers. It had what looked like an autopsy table on one corner. Next to it was the deactivation device. The machine did resemble a black CAT scanner. The subject would be strapped to the attached table and be slid inside the device. The screen would zero in on the chip and analyze its functioning. The lab tech could then type in commands on the computer that would modify the chip or activate certain capabilities. One particular command would deactivate the chip completely.
Spike looked at me questioningly and I nodded. He took his hood out and stretched across the leather-covered table. I went to the computer and set in motion the device. The table came to life and entered the apparatus through its round gap. It stopped when Spike's head and shoulders were positioned inside. I walked over to his side and touched his cold hand.
"Ready?"
"Yes, pet"
I typed the command on the machine's computer and placed my finger over the Enter button. After taking a deep breath I pressed enter and a green light was emitted from the opening. An image of Spike's brain came on the screen with a cluster of letters and numbers superimposed on it. The machine was taking its final readings from the chip as it deactivated it.
Moments later it was all over. The gap was once more dark and the table slid out. Spike was unmoving and his eyes were closed. I panicked and rushed to his side. The blue eyes opened and he smiled.
"Hello Cutie"
TBC. Sorry for the long wait and thanks again for the reviews. There is one more chapter left and an epilogue. And yes we will find out who the mystery vamp which will lead to our heroine making one very painful decision. Nobody is ever happy for long in SunnyD.