Chapter 3
Adam and I snacked on cheese and crackers in the cafeteria as we waited for Mom and Dad to finish the session with SCP-106. Adam seemed a bit...angrier after the encounter with 035, especially after 035 clearly tried to make a move on me.
"Earth to Adam, come in Adam," I said, snapping my fingers in front of his face.
Adam's head snapped around to look at me, his eyes widened.
"Yeah?"
"You OK? You seem a bit off."
Adam pushed around a block of cheese with his pointer, "I'm just mad that 035 called you gorgeous."
I shrugged, "It's not like it's a bad thing, it's a compliment in my case."
Adam gave me an are-you-on-drugs look, "Something tells me it was more than a 'compliment', Hail."
I snorted, "Relax, it's not like he's coming after me."
Adam smiled, "Yeah, guess I'm just paranoid."
I punched his shoulder, "That's the spirit! Now quit being a baby and let's go find Mom and Dad."
We threw away the leftovers and scampered outside to find our parents. Adam was faster than me, but due to our many years of parkour together, I manage very well. I think Adam ran into four trash cans on our way, and eventually by some mystic arts ended up at 106's cell. To make things even more coincidental, our parents were just leaving.
"The gods must've sent you a message, you have arrived!" Dad said in a medieval French accent. We laughed heartily, even Mom, who's usually the more serious one.
"How was the test?" I asked.
"Not very eventful, just the usual Class-D disappearance and zero communication this time," Dad said.
"106 did give us some nasty looks though, Robert," Mom noted.
Dad scoffed, "Nothing new under the sun, Clara, he hates humans for whatever stupid reason."
"Is that all?" I asked, yawning.
"Yes, but if you guys want, you can come back tomorrow," Dad suggested.
"I want to, what about you, big bro?" I asked.
"Sure, why not, what can go wrong?" Adam said, shrugging dramatically. I smiled.
"Alright then, we should get going, or you two will be sleep-driving on the road," Mom said, ruffling Adam's hair.
"Mom, we share a car," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"I know, I just worry," Mom said.
"We know," Adam said. Dad and I snickered.
049 was laying on his cot, staring at the ceiling. 106 had recently reported that the Baxters were going home. Shame. Unfortunately, his plan would have to be set in motion tomorrow, no matter though.
Patience had always been his strong suit.
