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Two men are speaking in a darkened room. One the floor, shattered glass and water mixes everywhere. There is a few lightbulbs still attached to the frame of the tank that flicker, making the scene unfolding ominous.
" Do we know how they found out about the lab?" David asks, his hands folded under his chin.
"No, Sir." A man standing next to him answers. He wears a security uniform and keeps his head down. He keeps his tone flat and precise.
" Do we know how they found out about her?" David presses.
"No, Sir." The guard says, still looking at his feet.
David begins to get angrier, his face turning red, he grips the arms of his wheelchair." Do we know anything?"
" We know how they got in. " the guard jumps to attention, able to answer him finally. Although he never meets David's eyes.
"Oh? How's that?" David asks, his demeanor changing.
" They entered through the buildings main entrance upstairs at street level. It appears that they just…" The guard stutters, "That they just walked in."
"And whose fault is that?"
" Robert the evening guard at the front desk." The guard says, pointing to a man they hold in custody just outside the room. David waves his hand, beaconing the man forward.
David addresses the man, "Robert, do you now how to shoot a gun?"
" Yes I do, Sir!" Robert answers, standing as straight as possible.
" I don't think you do, give it here." And without another word he passes his gun to him. Before anyone can react, David puts one in the chamber. Without a word he aims it at Robert's chest and pulls the trigger. Robert never makes a sound until his old body his the floor. It's like all the air in his lungs escapes at once. Everyone just stares at David, who simply says, "That's how you shoot a gun! Get rid of the body! I have a call to make!"
A short time later David sits in an office alone. Pulling a tablet from a large leather bag and putting it into his lap. With a heavy sigh, he swipes the tablet and a beep sounds.
" What do you know?" Evelyn says, the anger in her voice may have well have been a stinger into David's forehead, because as soon as she said it, he squinted and braced his head in his hands.
" Not much, unfortunately. At least three people, they came and got her. Destroyed the lab while they were at it. Thankfully we lost nothing aside from her. All the data is there we think."
" I'm not happy David!" Evelyn says dryly.
" Yeah, well, ya know what, Evelyn?" David barks, " I'm not exactly dancing in my fucking boots now am I?"
" Do we have any idea who they were?" Evelyn asks him, pressing her face closer to the camera, as if to make it a poignant statement.
" Not yet. We have camera feed but someone had hacked into our systems and scrambled it. It seems the hack had come from in house and it had happened after they had already entered the premises. Once that's up and running, I'll let you know."
David takes a second and touches the bridge of his nose. " Do you think that your son would have anything to do with this?"
For a moment Evelyn sat there looking at him, then through pursed lips she tells him, "At this time, I have no reason to suspect Tobias. I don't think so, he's forgetting about her. But to be honest I have no idea. Do some clean up. I'll be back in three weeks!"
David opens his mouth to speak but she cuts him off, " NO! I can't come back sooner. That's when the next serum will be ready and I cannot leave until then. FIX THIS!"
She yells so loud that the speaker on the tablet jostles. With that she's gone, and the screen is black.
For a while David just sits alone in his office when he wheels himself to the windows behind his desk. He stares off into the city, his eyes shifting lazily over the shapes of the skyline. His hands grip the windowsill and slowly he grits his teeth, baring them all. Letting out a primal yell, David throws his hands outward, shoving various book and a planter from the sill ledge. Once everything becomes still again, the only noise that can be heard is his steady panicked breathing. Suddenly he stops, looking up and out the window again. His face is no longer angry, but in awe, as if a thought has just crossed his mind.
" Don't count your son out of this just yet."
Writer's note: Sorry yet again for a short chapter, but i feel like chapters in a story shouldn't have a set length. I've read everything from Harry Potter to A game of thrones…and i'll tell ya…some chapters at 15 pages and some are 3….:)