Chapter 2 - Genetic Experimentation or Viral Weaponry Testing?
Fisher stood there for a few minutes, staring at the computer screen, not believing what he had just read. He read it over just to be sure. He lifted his Opsat to switch the communication line on, but before he could a cry came from down the hallway. Fisher jumped, he wasn't expecting that. He turned his head looking for a hiding place, but the office was very simple. The crying became clearer, the guard was getting closer. '#There's gotta be somewhere I can go.#' Fisher heard the footsteps stop outside the door, in fact he didn't. He had climbed out of the window and was hanging from a drainage pipe.
'This is a great job,' Fisher muttered to himself as he listened in on the guards searching the office. His eyes flew wide open as he heard the guards talk, the language they were talking in definitely wasn't Russian, or Georgian and nor Korean, the guards were talking in German. '#Holy Shit, German's are in on this to?#' He waited for maybe two or three minutes until the German guards decided to give up and return to their patrols. When they left he lifted himself up and tumbled into the office. Sam switched the communications line on and crouched behind a filing cabinet.
'Fisher, what the hell happened in there? How did they not find you?' Cried Colonel Lambert. Fisher said nothing for about five seconds, when he got his breath back he began to tell Lambert the story.
'Well I did my usual operation stuff, looked for a way past the two patrolling guards without having any casualties, but of course there was no way past them. I had to kill one of them.' Said Fisher in a gruff voice.
'Carry on.'
'I walked into the office that I am in now, checked the emails, documents and programmes on the computer. This is when I found out something.'
'What did you find Fisher?'
'I found an email,' Fisher took a deep breath and carried on. 'The email said something like,' he tried to remember what the email had said, 'it said that Agent Madison and Agent Blaustein are due to be executed tonight.' He finished with a gasp.
'Did you see any date of which the person would have sent it? Did anyone sign it at the end?' Asked Lambert.
'Yes, the date was todays date, the 15th. And the person who sent it was Grinko.'
'Fisher, could you possibly send that email to us? I need to see it for myself.' Finished Lambert.
'You don't believe me do you Lambert?'
'Yes I do Fisher.'
'Right.' Said Fisher, obviously quite pissed off. He cut off the communication and headed for the computer. '#Can't get emotional on this job. C'mon Sam, Get a grip of yourself,#' he thought to himself. But the news of Agent Madison and Agent Blaustein still being alive had sent shockwaves through his mind. He logged onto the computer once more and sent the document to Lambert, he then erased any existence of the document being sent to Lambert and his email address. When he had done this he pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear any footsteps or talking from the guards that had been sent to cover for Mart and Andriy. Fisher heard nothing, so as a precaution he slid a tiny instrument called the Optic Cable under the door. The Optic Cable is a flexible cable/camera and can easily be slipped under the doors to view what is on the other side, it just consists of a small cable and a screen attached to the other end of the cable. The image that is being projected back from the camera on the other end of the cable comes up on to the screen, it is also complete with night vision enhancement. Nothing showed up. Fisher opened the door with care, trying not to make any noise. No one was in the corridor. '#Thank god.#'
He continued down the corridor, silently, crouching as he went. He continued until he came to a door, Fisher pressed his ear against the door to make sure. '#Not enough time to use the Optic Cable.#' When he decided no one was in the room he pushed the door open quickly, as he started to hear quick footsteps thumping down the hall. He looked around at his new surroundings. He was on a landing of a staircase. The room was pitch black, no light was coming from the lightbulb. '#Don't know if the light's on or not, or maybe it just has quite alot of muck on it..#' thought Fisher as he chuckled to himself. His eyes darted back to the staircase, '#Didn't I want to start at the bottom when I was in the elevator? And basement floor three was the lowest floor..? Wasn't it?#' Before he could think up any stories, a beeping sound entered his ears. It shook him up for a moment before he realised it was only a call from his Opsat.
'Hey Sam!' Came a cry when he answered the Opsat. 'Hey I was just looking at the heat scanner here, I see you. And you seem as puzzled as I am. On the building plans, which are right in front of me, there is no evidence or recollection of a fourth basement floor. Seems a bit fishy to me.' The voice finished.
'Aah Grimsdottir, wondered when I'd be hearing from you.'
'I'll take that as a compliment Sam.'
'You do that.'
'Don't worry big Sam. I will.' Said Grimsdottir, chuckling to herself.
'I didn't really find that as funny as you.' Fisher said, smiling to himself.
'Oh well, some of us have a good sense of humour Sam.' Grimsdottir said, putting a bit of emphasis on the word "good".
'Can we get back to the point please?' Fisher said, getting a bit restless.
'Sure thing. Well as I was saying, the fourth basement floor is a mystery. Stay where you are for now, that's only if you can ok? I'll get back to you as soon as I have a chat with Lambert. Oh and by the way, Lambert is getting a bit shaky now, he knows Georgia are up to something. I read that email as well, you know the one that you sent us. There is definitely something going on.'
'Take as long as you want.' Sam Finished before signing off. He looked about the landing and thought he'd hide in a dark corner until Grimsdottir came back with the information, '#Or probably to get permission or some other thing from Lambert for him to go down to the mysterious fourth floor.#' He waited for four or five minutes before the usual beeping sound occurred.
'Well I've been talking to Lambert and he said -'
'I don't really care what he had to say, just tell me if I have to go down to basement fourth floor or not.' Fisher said, he had a great deal of hatred for Lambert, '#That fat black man who sits on his fat ass all day. Telling me what to do, I know much more than him.#'
'Err well yes, yes you are allowed to go down to the basement floor four.' Said Grimsdottir, obviously surprised by Fisher's outburst. 'And Fisher? Be careful, and if anything is suspicious, take it's photo. You have got your camera with you haven't you?'
'Yes. What do you mean by suspicious?'
'Well, I'll tell you later Fisher.' Grimsdottir signed off immediately.
'#I hate it when they keep secrets from me.#' Fisher stood up and checked if he really had his camera with him, he did. He started to descend the stairs, listening and on the look out for any guards or security cameras. The stone walls seemed to close in on him as he neared the bottom, '#very spacious,#' he thought as a door came into view.. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he looked at the door, '#What the fuck?#' A biological hazard sign was marked across the door. But something else had caught his attention, a light had switched on above the door, and a neon sign read :-
Experiments In Progress.
Enter at your own risk.
He remembered what Grimsdottir had said, "if anything is suspicious, take it's photo." Well this is definitely suspicious. He whipped out his camera and switched it to nightvision, checking if it showed up on the screen, then he clicked the button. He then opened the door quietly. He sneaked in through the door and had a look around. He was in a large testing area, lots of scientists were hurrying to and fro. There was dogs, rabbits and cats in cages. Fisher hurried across to a shelf and hid behind it. He peeked around the side and saw two scientists strap the cat down into a little chamber. They closed the lid which was made of glass. They then put their hands through a rubber kind of glove which was stuck on the glass chamber, the glove folded out into the chamber making an arm for protection. The cat was making an awful lot of noise, so several of the other scientists looked around to try and find where the noise was coming from. Some of them laughed. Fisher saw the fear in the cats eyes as it saw the needle come out from the box in the chamber, in the syringe Fisher saw a black substance bubbling. The scientist which was doing the testing, was shaking. Several of the Scientists had gathered round. Fisher couldn't get a clear view, so he moved forward, trying not to make any noise or trying not to attract anyone's attention. He hid behind another shelf, but this time he peeked through the medical and viral stuff on the shelf. '#Wait, Viral? Oh my god.#' He took a good look at the packaging, he took out his camera and took a photo of the box, which read - Contains Viral Substances. Handle With Care. The cat was now squirming, they obviously must have injected the substance they had in the needle. The man typing on the computer was looking at DNA diagrams, suddenly the blue DNA vanished ... and was replaced by black DNA. The man at the computer was startled for a moment. '#Black DNA?#' The Cat was still squirming, seemed as though it was screaming somehow. The man at the computer shouted something at the scientist who had injected the substance into the cat, the scientist immediately grabbed another needle, this time green coloured, and tried to stick the needle in the cats neck. The cat, who was behaving quite unusual now, hissed and spat at the scientist, the scientist had fear in his eyes. '#This obviously wasn't meant to happen.#' The cat's claws suddenly grew larger, razor like claws shot out of the cats paw and sliced the man's finger off, making him drop the anti-virus. The men and women that had gathered around suddenly stepped back, the scientist was screaming with pain. He yanked his arm out of the rubber and staggered back, holding his hand up, looking at it in despair. The tabby cat was squirming, and it's fur was turning black right in front of Fisher's eyes. Most of the people had fled. A man shouted something in Russian, and the man at the computer scrambled in the drawers and pulled out a tranquilliser gun, he quickly stuck the nozzle into the breathing holes on the chamber and shot the cat in the neck. It squirmed for two seconds more, then collapsed. '#Fucking Hell,#' was all that Fisher could think of
Fisher stood there for a few minutes, staring at the computer screen, not believing what he had just read. He read it over just to be sure. He lifted his Opsat to switch the communication line on, but before he could a cry came from down the hallway. Fisher jumped, he wasn't expecting that. He turned his head looking for a hiding place, but the office was very simple. The crying became clearer, the guard was getting closer. '#There's gotta be somewhere I can go.#' Fisher heard the footsteps stop outside the door, in fact he didn't. He had climbed out of the window and was hanging from a drainage pipe.
'This is a great job,' Fisher muttered to himself as he listened in on the guards searching the office. His eyes flew wide open as he heard the guards talk, the language they were talking in definitely wasn't Russian, or Georgian and nor Korean, the guards were talking in German. '#Holy Shit, German's are in on this to?#' He waited for maybe two or three minutes until the German guards decided to give up and return to their patrols. When they left he lifted himself up and tumbled into the office. Sam switched the communications line on and crouched behind a filing cabinet.
'Fisher, what the hell happened in there? How did they not find you?' Cried Colonel Lambert. Fisher said nothing for about five seconds, when he got his breath back he began to tell Lambert the story.
'Well I did my usual operation stuff, looked for a way past the two patrolling guards without having any casualties, but of course there was no way past them. I had to kill one of them.' Said Fisher in a gruff voice.
'Carry on.'
'I walked into the office that I am in now, checked the emails, documents and programmes on the computer. This is when I found out something.'
'What did you find Fisher?'
'I found an email,' Fisher took a deep breath and carried on. 'The email said something like,' he tried to remember what the email had said, 'it said that Agent Madison and Agent Blaustein are due to be executed tonight.' He finished with a gasp.
'Did you see any date of which the person would have sent it? Did anyone sign it at the end?' Asked Lambert.
'Yes, the date was todays date, the 15th. And the person who sent it was Grinko.'
'Fisher, could you possibly send that email to us? I need to see it for myself.' Finished Lambert.
'You don't believe me do you Lambert?'
'Yes I do Fisher.'
'Right.' Said Fisher, obviously quite pissed off. He cut off the communication and headed for the computer. '#Can't get emotional on this job. C'mon Sam, Get a grip of yourself,#' he thought to himself. But the news of Agent Madison and Agent Blaustein still being alive had sent shockwaves through his mind. He logged onto the computer once more and sent the document to Lambert, he then erased any existence of the document being sent to Lambert and his email address. When he had done this he pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear any footsteps or talking from the guards that had been sent to cover for Mart and Andriy. Fisher heard nothing, so as a precaution he slid a tiny instrument called the Optic Cable under the door. The Optic Cable is a flexible cable/camera and can easily be slipped under the doors to view what is on the other side, it just consists of a small cable and a screen attached to the other end of the cable. The image that is being projected back from the camera on the other end of the cable comes up on to the screen, it is also complete with night vision enhancement. Nothing showed up. Fisher opened the door with care, trying not to make any noise. No one was in the corridor. '#Thank god.#'
He continued down the corridor, silently, crouching as he went. He continued until he came to a door, Fisher pressed his ear against the door to make sure. '#Not enough time to use the Optic Cable.#' When he decided no one was in the room he pushed the door open quickly, as he started to hear quick footsteps thumping down the hall. He looked around at his new surroundings. He was on a landing of a staircase. The room was pitch black, no light was coming from the lightbulb. '#Don't know if the light's on or not, or maybe it just has quite alot of muck on it..#' thought Fisher as he chuckled to himself. His eyes darted back to the staircase, '#Didn't I want to start at the bottom when I was in the elevator? And basement floor three was the lowest floor..? Wasn't it?#' Before he could think up any stories, a beeping sound entered his ears. It shook him up for a moment before he realised it was only a call from his Opsat.
'Hey Sam!' Came a cry when he answered the Opsat. 'Hey I was just looking at the heat scanner here, I see you. And you seem as puzzled as I am. On the building plans, which are right in front of me, there is no evidence or recollection of a fourth basement floor. Seems a bit fishy to me.' The voice finished.
'Aah Grimsdottir, wondered when I'd be hearing from you.'
'I'll take that as a compliment Sam.'
'You do that.'
'Don't worry big Sam. I will.' Said Grimsdottir, chuckling to herself.
'I didn't really find that as funny as you.' Fisher said, smiling to himself.
'Oh well, some of us have a good sense of humour Sam.' Grimsdottir said, putting a bit of emphasis on the word "good".
'Can we get back to the point please?' Fisher said, getting a bit restless.
'Sure thing. Well as I was saying, the fourth basement floor is a mystery. Stay where you are for now, that's only if you can ok? I'll get back to you as soon as I have a chat with Lambert. Oh and by the way, Lambert is getting a bit shaky now, he knows Georgia are up to something. I read that email as well, you know the one that you sent us. There is definitely something going on.'
'Take as long as you want.' Sam Finished before signing off. He looked about the landing and thought he'd hide in a dark corner until Grimsdottir came back with the information, '#Or probably to get permission or some other thing from Lambert for him to go down to the mysterious fourth floor.#' He waited for four or five minutes before the usual beeping sound occurred.
'Well I've been talking to Lambert and he said -'
'I don't really care what he had to say, just tell me if I have to go down to basement fourth floor or not.' Fisher said, he had a great deal of hatred for Lambert, '#That fat black man who sits on his fat ass all day. Telling me what to do, I know much more than him.#'
'Err well yes, yes you are allowed to go down to the basement floor four.' Said Grimsdottir, obviously surprised by Fisher's outburst. 'And Fisher? Be careful, and if anything is suspicious, take it's photo. You have got your camera with you haven't you?'
'Yes. What do you mean by suspicious?'
'Well, I'll tell you later Fisher.' Grimsdottir signed off immediately.
'#I hate it when they keep secrets from me.#' Fisher stood up and checked if he really had his camera with him, he did. He started to descend the stairs, listening and on the look out for any guards or security cameras. The stone walls seemed to close in on him as he neared the bottom, '#very spacious,#' he thought as a door came into view.. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he looked at the door, '#What the fuck?#' A biological hazard sign was marked across the door. But something else had caught his attention, a light had switched on above the door, and a neon sign read :-
Experiments In Progress.
Enter at your own risk.
He remembered what Grimsdottir had said, "if anything is suspicious, take it's photo." Well this is definitely suspicious. He whipped out his camera and switched it to nightvision, checking if it showed up on the screen, then he clicked the button. He then opened the door quietly. He sneaked in through the door and had a look around. He was in a large testing area, lots of scientists were hurrying to and fro. There was dogs, rabbits and cats in cages. Fisher hurried across to a shelf and hid behind it. He peeked around the side and saw two scientists strap the cat down into a little chamber. They closed the lid which was made of glass. They then put their hands through a rubber kind of glove which was stuck on the glass chamber, the glove folded out into the chamber making an arm for protection. The cat was making an awful lot of noise, so several of the other scientists looked around to try and find where the noise was coming from. Some of them laughed. Fisher saw the fear in the cats eyes as it saw the needle come out from the box in the chamber, in the syringe Fisher saw a black substance bubbling. The scientist which was doing the testing, was shaking. Several of the Scientists had gathered round. Fisher couldn't get a clear view, so he moved forward, trying not to make any noise or trying not to attract anyone's attention. He hid behind another shelf, but this time he peeked through the medical and viral stuff on the shelf. '#Wait, Viral? Oh my god.#' He took a good look at the packaging, he took out his camera and took a photo of the box, which read - Contains Viral Substances. Handle With Care. The cat was now squirming, they obviously must have injected the substance they had in the needle. The man typing on the computer was looking at DNA diagrams, suddenly the blue DNA vanished ... and was replaced by black DNA. The man at the computer was startled for a moment. '#Black DNA?#' The Cat was still squirming, seemed as though it was screaming somehow. The man at the computer shouted something at the scientist who had injected the substance into the cat, the scientist immediately grabbed another needle, this time green coloured, and tried to stick the needle in the cats neck. The cat, who was behaving quite unusual now, hissed and spat at the scientist, the scientist had fear in his eyes. '#This obviously wasn't meant to happen.#' The cat's claws suddenly grew larger, razor like claws shot out of the cats paw and sliced the man's finger off, making him drop the anti-virus. The men and women that had gathered around suddenly stepped back, the scientist was screaming with pain. He yanked his arm out of the rubber and staggered back, holding his hand up, looking at it in despair. The tabby cat was squirming, and it's fur was turning black right in front of Fisher's eyes. Most of the people had fled. A man shouted something in Russian, and the man at the computer scrambled in the drawers and pulled out a tranquilliser gun, he quickly stuck the nozzle into the breathing holes on the chamber and shot the cat in the neck. It squirmed for two seconds more, then collapsed. '#Fucking Hell,#' was all that Fisher could think of