A.N. Hey I don't own this or any of the other chapter sorry for the late disclaimer.
The Center
7:00 am
Monday
Sydney was worried. No one had heard from Jared in a couple of days. Combined with the fact that Raines was gloating and that some of the cells in SL-15 were being furbished was getting him really worried. To help distract him self, he walked to Parker's office. She looks up as he enters and asks "Any word from the lad rat?"
"No. Any word on Raines new project." Behind her gruff tone he could tell that she was worried. Something has changed between the two of them two years back. He didn't know what but Syd could tell that she just didn't want to catch Jared anymore. And he wished he knew why.
"Yes, but not a lot." Says Broots as he walks in. Over the last seven years he had grown a backbone. Where he would once cower in fear of sectaries, he has spent the last seven years (alive and relative un-harmed) with Miss Parker, if he could live with the Ice Queen then he could survive anything. "The projects name is phoenix. It consists of two people, names David and Catherine. No word yet…" He is then cut off by the arrival of Mr. Lyle.
"There are being moved into a couple of rooms in SL-15. There are also labs being prepped all over the place for them. And they are going to run sims on Jared's location. I'm worried about them though. With Raines in charge who knows what could happen to them." He says as he walks over and pours three fingers of scotch into a tumbler and takes a sip.
"And why, dearest brother would you care what happens to anyone other than yourself?"
"Because I have seen them. They are young, to young to be here legally. And because if you even listened to a single whisper from your inner sense, then you would hear Mom screaming that this is wrong." He shouts at his older sister. Not even caring about the look on her face or on Sydney's. " Broots I managed to get a blood sample from the girl will you please run it. Do it quickly and quietly." With that he kills the rest of his scotch, hands Broots the bag containing a napkin on which there is some blood and walks out. Leaving a stunned threesome in his wake.