Dr. Clifton Pennicut put down the phone. He logged onto his banking account one more time and saw the deposit from Dr. Bromley and smiled. So long as he kept up the pressure on Ash Pharmaceuticals the checks would keep coming from the Plato Foundation.
Suddenly, the door to his office burst open and he bolted out of his seat. A man dressed like some sort of goth marched in.
"Doctor Pennicut! I understand that you've been making quite the trouble for one of our Doctors!"
"Who the hell are you?" Dr. Pennicut shouted.
"Someone who is here to put a stop to your little inquisition."
"I have every right! I am the head of the…" Dr. Pennicut began.
"No one cares!" The goth figured replied and extended his hand out. In response, Dr. Pennicut gripped his throat. His eyes wide with panic. The goth figure smiled as he turned his hand and then Dr. Pennicut found himself reaching for the nearby scissors, raising them up to his chest. The goth figure pulled his hands back and then pushed forward. Like a puppet, Dr. Pennicut plunged the scissors into his chest. The goth figure moved his hand forward and backwards and again, like a puppet Dr. Pennicut stabbed himself in the chest repeatedly. The goth figure opened his hands, and the Doctor let go of both his neck, the scissors and promptly dropped to the floor in the pool that was his own blood. The goth figure then pulled out a small device and depressed a button. The air shimmered and a woman came into view.
"Vex! It ake you're calling me to tell me it's handled?" Evony asked.
"It's handled." Vex replied.
"Good." Evony said and ended the call. Vex looked one more time at the dead body of the Dr. Pennicut and then left.
