His slender-fingered hand rested on the cold glass of the
stasis tube. The inhabitant of the artificial womb was a young woman,
no older than 17, unmoving save for the slow rising and falling of her
chest. The scientist, Dr. Peter Keyes, removed his hand from the tube
but kept his eyes on the floating girl. The tube was one of four, the
other three also inhabited, but none of the others were conscious.
"Today is the day," Keyes grumbled to himself as he ran his
hand through his light brown, albeit streaked with gray, hair. He put
his hand in the pocket of his lab coat and left the cold room.
*****
"Goddamned Umbrella, so paranoid. Too paranoid for their own
damn good," mumbled Dale Wagner. He wanted to do SOMETHING. Anything
would be better than what he was stuck doing. "Ugh, if I'm gonna guard
somethin', why this?! It's not like those freak kids are goin'
anywhere, and that whack_job Keyes is in the room just about every hour
of the damned day. Nothing's ever gonna happen." Dale temporarily
lost his train of thought as the door opened. Keyes walked out, hand
in pocket. Dale acknowledged the doctor and returned to his crossword
puzzle. Through the corner of his eye, Dale saw Keyes walk over near
him. Before he could react, Keyes yanked a snub-nosed revolver out of
his pocket and jammed it in between Dale's eyes. He reached for his
pistol and-
-BAM-
- Dale fell back and slid down the wall, smearing the blood and brain
that had splattered against it. Mere moments passed and Dale was
resting in a pool of his own crimson blood.
stasis tube. The inhabitant of the artificial womb was a young woman,
no older than 17, unmoving save for the slow rising and falling of her
chest. The scientist, Dr. Peter Keyes, removed his hand from the tube
but kept his eyes on the floating girl. The tube was one of four, the
other three also inhabited, but none of the others were conscious.
"Today is the day," Keyes grumbled to himself as he ran his
hand through his light brown, albeit streaked with gray, hair. He put
his hand in the pocket of his lab coat and left the cold room.
*****
"Goddamned Umbrella, so paranoid. Too paranoid for their own
damn good," mumbled Dale Wagner. He wanted to do SOMETHING. Anything
would be better than what he was stuck doing. "Ugh, if I'm gonna guard
somethin', why this?! It's not like those freak kids are goin'
anywhere, and that whack_job Keyes is in the room just about every hour
of the damned day. Nothing's ever gonna happen." Dale temporarily
lost his train of thought as the door opened. Keyes walked out, hand
in pocket. Dale acknowledged the doctor and returned to his crossword
puzzle. Through the corner of his eye, Dale saw Keyes walk over near
him. Before he could react, Keyes yanked a snub-nosed revolver out of
his pocket and jammed it in between Dale's eyes. He reached for his
pistol and-
-BAM-
- Dale fell back and slid down the wall, smearing the blood and brain
that had splattered against it. Mere moments passed and Dale was
resting in a pool of his own crimson blood.