Here is part of the fourth chapter to my story. I might add to it later,
I might not. If I do, I'll just repost the chapter with the new material.
I personally hope I finish this before I graduate (I'm a Junior in High
school). If you forgot: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING except "our 'little
friend'"!
Ciao!
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(Brrrriiing)
(Rustle)(Rustle)
(Brrrriiinnng)
"Crap..."
(Brrri-Click)
"Yes?"
# James, its John, we need to talk...#
I looked at my watch. It read 3:00 A.M. "Do you know what time it is right now, John?"
#It's very important, James.#
Something's wrong. "Shoot."
#I need you here ASAP.#
Shit, something is very wrong. "Details...?"
#He is bleeding...very badly.#
Holy Shit! I jumped out of my bed. "I'll be there in five."
The lack of any name told me it was about our "little friend". Directly naming him on a phone or page message was strictly forbidden, for security reasons. Mostly because we have phone lines in all of the rooms in this facility, and some people are not cleared for most, if not all, of the things in it. Being one of the few medical personnel in the facility, I had a high security level, but they most likely did a very-thorough background check beforehand. I finished getting dressed and put on my lab coat and opened the door to our sparse "apartment". Before leaving, I looked back inside my living quarters, thinking of all the memories it held. I closed the door and ran to the lab.
Ciao!
***********
(Brrrriiing)
(Rustle)(Rustle)
(Brrrriiinnng)
"Crap..."
(Brrri-Click)
"Yes?"
# James, its John, we need to talk...#
I looked at my watch. It read 3:00 A.M. "Do you know what time it is right now, John?"
#It's very important, James.#
Something's wrong. "Shoot."
#I need you here ASAP.#
Shit, something is very wrong. "Details...?"
#He is bleeding...very badly.#
Holy Shit! I jumped out of my bed. "I'll be there in five."
The lack of any name told me it was about our "little friend". Directly naming him on a phone or page message was strictly forbidden, for security reasons. Mostly because we have phone lines in all of the rooms in this facility, and some people are not cleared for most, if not all, of the things in it. Being one of the few medical personnel in the facility, I had a high security level, but they most likely did a very-thorough background check beforehand. I finished getting dressed and put on my lab coat and opened the door to our sparse "apartment". Before leaving, I looked back inside my living quarters, thinking of all the memories it held. I closed the door and ran to the lab.