chapter 10
Water splashes and wet the surfaces of surrounding area within the sewer pathway. Lights directly driven around and about within the darkness. Coherent mutters, whispery spats under breathe between the ever growing frustrated soldiers.
"So much effort in searching for one little girl." One soldier whispered to another as was about to reply when the lieutenant approached behind and glared lowly. "Less muttering, and more searching soldiers."
Neither replied, further and lowly gruntily sighed. Obediantly continued with the search as they were beginning to tire from exhaustion. Meanwhile exiting from the manhole, carrying the mutilated bodies to the waiting vehicle on the surface.
Opening the doors of the vehicle and the bodies were placed inside. "Such a horrid way for a man to die. Whatever it was, it had to be some kind of animal." Said, federal bennett. His comrade agreed, closing the doors as he climbed within.
Neither continued to converse, just glared eachother then upon thier deceased comrades. That laid within the body bags, confused to what they had seen and questioned of what is responsible for the injuries which had caused their deaths. One command was ordered.
"Return back to base, ASAP."
"What about the others?" Looking through the review mirror toward the lieutenant. Glaring with a narrow annoyed glance, he harshly replied.
"Don't question my order and do as I command. They have thier orders."
Glancing silently to his comrade that sat beside him in the passenger seat, no word spoken as their hearts racened with worry. Obediently, they did as instructed. Federal bennett took out his pocket watch, glanced upon it for a moment and sighed. Holding his pocket watch open, and had recalled a moment where he treasured most precious.
"Brian." a woman called as she stood in the doorway of the corridor between both the kitchen and livingroom, steadily carried the tray of fresh brewed tea and banana bread. Raising his gaze and smiled warmly. Inviting the beauty to his side, she returned the smile and placed the tray down on the table then sat upon his lap.
Lightly kissed her neck, with a caress of her waist within his hand grasp. Then a caress over her swollen abdomen, smiling as he felt the light kicks of his unborn child. Recieved a tender kiss upon his temple from his wife.
Sharing the loving glance and glared confused as his wife voice changed to masculine.
"Federal bennett?" Snapping back to reality, and looked up to the soldier who called his name.
"Who was she?" the soldier asked, changing the subject for a moment before resuming with original question. "Who is who?" Federal bennett asked. Pointing to the photograph within the pocket watch. Looking down and didn't reply, immediately closed it up and sheathed away in his pocket then replied with a defending answer and question.
"Nobody you would know, and none of your business. Anyway soldier, what is your question?"
"What are we going to report to Agent bishop?" Federal bennett sighed, finally answered. "That is not any of your concern, resume with your task."
"Yes sir."
Meanwhile, Bishop waited and grew impatient. His scientists with stockman, tried to configure what the formula supposedly composed as from the equation and calculation which was discovered from jonathan's notes. Each and every attempt, failed miserably and even taken each subject as they were experimented upon.
"It would seem, the final piece lies within the girl agent bishop." Stockman informed. Bishop clenched his hands behind his back in a tight squeeze. Clinching and gritted his teeth. Frustratedly turned on his heel and walked to the doors, commanding harshly. "Continue experimenting and find the answer. I want a report within the hour and make sure that no one sleeps until the girl is found."
Exiting the room, and the doors closed behind him. Little the scientist and stockman know, that the formula they had created as not realised was unstable. With one missing component needed, unaware they had created something dangerous. Resumed with the experimentation as requested. The first subject brought in, on the gurdy. Strapped down, onconscious and covered in only a white sheet. Chest down.
Prepared to insert the formula in the subject, waiting to be experiemented upon. Stockman glanced the small vile as he held it upside down, and inserted the needle in. Taking the serum as he carefully calculated the measurement. Lightly pushed it slightly, a small squirt of the serum exited the needle and then, stockman turned to the sleeping subject.
Uncovering his arm, lighlty tapped to find a vein and slowly inserted underneath the skin and slowly pushed the serum in his bloodstream. Taking the needle out, lightly wiped away the blood that seeped from the wound and covered the subjects arm once again.
Turning on his heel and approached the computer, typing in the keys. Recording the time, of experiement. Keeping his back, glaring the screen as he was spoken towards by a fellow scientist.
"Doctor stockman?" He didn't answer or reply. "What will be experimenting on and what for purpose?"
Raising his gaze, turned and faced the man standing behind him. Waiting for a reply. Finally he answered. "Agent bishop wants results, so we are going to give him results."