Chapter 6
To Kill A Bird Kid
An Mi-35 helicopter smoothly touched down on the roof of the Institute. Agent Anderson stepped out and walked across the roof, his hair blowing in the wind from the rotors. On the other side of the roof was a glass door, leading into the Institute. The doors slid open silently as he approached. They led into a spotless white stairwell, going down into the bowels of the building. Anderson took them two at a time. He arrived in another white hallway. He followed it, took a right, then another right, then a left. He ended up in a room full of TV monitors and lounging guards.
The guards stopped what they were doing and stood at attention as Anderson entered.
" Chief of Security. Now," he barked. A tall man with a pockmarked face and aviator's sunglasses stepped forward.
" Daniel Johnson, at your service," he said, standing at attention. Anderson seemed to be appraising him. He took in the immaculate guards uniform, and the police hat that sat atop gray hair. He seemed to approve.
" Johnson, I want your finest men patrolling these corridors at all times. Watch the monitors like a hawk. I want this building to seem secure," Anderson said.
" Excuse me, sir? Seem?" Johnson asked, confused.
" I'm expecting a visitor in a few hours time. We will ' let ' him enter the compound. Give him a sense of false security. Then, I'll take him down," Anderson said matter-of-factly.
" I see," said Johnson, although he clearly didn't. Anderson gave him a wolfish grin, then turned and walked out of the control center.
Anderson stepped through a door and into a gleaming white room. A table was set in the middle. Next to it was a operating table. A teenager was strapped to it, his dark wings chained to his sides.
" Good morning, Fang," Anderson hissed. He set the silver attache case he was carrying on the table. " Sleep well?" he asked with false politeness. Fang swore at him. Anderson tuned him out. He opened the case and produced a syringe filled with a black chemical. Before Fang could react, the needle was plunged into his neck. His eyes went wide, glazed over, then closed. Anderson went back to the case and took out a scalpel. He made a small incision in Fang's arm. A tiny drop of blood flowed out of the cut.
Anderson then took a pair of tweezers and used them to pick up a very small chip. He inserted it into Fang's arm. He quickly took a needle and stitched it back up. Anderson closed the breifcase and took out his cell phone.
" The operation is sucessful. I want him transported back to the other Institute within the hour. Goodbye," he hung up the phone and exited the white room.
Another short one! Sorry. I promise there will be action in the next chapter though. Review please!