"Project A...Open your eyes. Come on."
A woman's voice...
"Come'on ' Angel '. Open your eyes. Please please please! Open your eyes."
A Man's voice...
"How is she doing?"
Another man's voice...
"Mr. Baker - "
"Charlies, Mike."
"Uh, right. Give me the stats on her Diem."
Diem, a young woman, with flaming red hair and brown eyes, handed Mike a stats chart. She returned to the huge glass ball that was caging Project A in a orange liquid.
"It seems like she's doing well. Have you already run training through her?" asked Charlies.
"Yes sir. We plan to run her through dianogstics as soon as she opens her eyes. It usually means she's ready and awake for everything." replied Mike.
Charlies nodded in understanding. "However, they want to put her through another run now."
Mike looked shocked.
"Sir, no! You can't do this to her. She just finished her one year training they ordered her to do. She did it without stop and with small ease." exclaimed Diem, amoked at what they were wanted to do to their project. "That's the longest she's gone without rest."
"The Project, she'll strain and all this work will fail. It will all go down the drain." Mike added in protest. "We spent so many years on her. Eight years of work will go down the drain and - "
"We believe eight years have already proven that Project A is already a sucess and has been."
The three of them turned around to see another man standing by the door way.
"Mr. Vale Sir. Even with eight years, the one year training - "
"Has been a the greatest achievement yet that she has shown, Diem."
"But Sir, - " Diem sputtered, but Mike held her back as men in black filed in and guns were cocked. All of them aimed at the two of them.
"That's enough. If you wanted her to do this that bad. You should have informed us sooner." said Mike firmly. "Diem, let her out."
Diem hesitated. Mike gave her a small push and she started working on the control board that monitored her.
A smirk appeared on his face. "Good man you are Mr. Buni." said Mr. Vale in a dawling tone as he with drew a gun. Diem stopped what she was doing as soon as the gun was drawn. "You too Miss Une. Both of you have been great tools to us. Now if you will just kindly hand me over my 'life'."
Diem felt her anger boil. "You Bas-"
"Diem!" Diem became quiet and Mike looked at Charlies and Mr. Vale.
"Any Last words Mr. Buni?" Mr. Vale asked with a bored voice.
"Charlies, Mr. Vale, you should know that help is always given to those who ask for it."
They laughed. "Yes yes, good joke before death Mr. Buni."
Mike was smiling. He then smashed a red button that was protected by a glass box. At the same moment, her eyes flew open. Gun shots were tiggered off the walls as part of the wall caved in, causing a build up of dust. Half the men on the bridge came crashing down as the bridge broke apart. The glass dome holding her shattered and orange liquid came spilling out and everyone was slipping and sliding hoping to get a grip on the floor, but failed.
"SOMEONE SECURE THE GIRL! GET ME THE GIRL!!" Mr. Vale roared over the confusion and still blinded by dust as more of the walls caved in as if someone was pushing in the walls and then pulling out. Gun shots were still going off everywhere.
"STOP IT!! Hold your guns!" ordered Mr. Vale as the dust cleared and everything cleared. On the floor was Diem and Mike, they were floating on the orange liquid.
His eyes traveled up to the walls to see the damage done. A huge hole had appeared as if a airplane had crashed into the building and was pulled out.
"Mr. Vale. The glass..." His eyes flew to the dome that was captivated with her, but now it was shattered and nothing was there except shards of class, tubes and orange liquid dripping down.
"Help huh? Goddamn it. Find me Project A!' "
The other guards started filing out as the two of them stood there.
"What do you think ' help ' was?" questioned Charlies.
However, no answer came and Mr. Vale stormed out the building.