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Apr 25, 2004 "Do you understand exactly what this is? What you are about to show them?" The man with the dark glasses berated relentlessly. "They're not ready... I won't let you." He kicked me in my ribs maliciously, the force of the blow exasperating my lungs, I coughed and choked and gasped for breath. The man in the dark glasses stared at me with disgust. He signaled something to one of his goons. Time passed deafeningly. I slowly recovered, hunched on the ground like a beast. The goon that had disappeared pulled the car around. "Just tell me," he paused, "do you really think this is the right thing, for the world?" I collected myself as best I could, then gazing into those glasses, those despicable voids, and spoke,"They deserve to know... that you killed her..." 2 weeks ago, I was still investigating. I had heard from some sources that something remarkable had happened. The details were sketchy, but my source, Louis the janitor of the sole federal building out here in Stilwell, said he had the beginnings of a conspiracy. 2 hours, a haircut, and a shave later, and I was the temporary janitor of the Stilwell federal building. Latina's Bar, served as headquarters before work. Over appetizers and spirits Louis debriefed me. Louis and I had been working together for a while, about a year before I had asked him to keep a look out, for a price. He explained that a few months earlier the employees seemed spooked, some maniacal. The higher execs had also responded by tightening security, and muffling any small talk. He had been watching the enitre staff hide behind locked doors, stifiling each other with their eyes, with their thoughts. He handed me his co-workers uniform, we would be working the night shift. The federal building was isolated in the remote plains. During the day, it resonated the only sign of indutrialization for miles, the endless grain wallowing peacefully in every direction. When we approached it was late and deserted. Louis drove the car around back. He pointed out the two cars that remained as the building supervisor and head research scientist. He advised me to stay back, the other janitor was new, so the supervisor, who remained at the door while we cleaned, would not recognize me. "Hey Louis, how's the kid?" the supervisor greeted warmly. "Oh great, I'm teaching him baseball now, maybe if I start while he's young, he won't be mopping floors like his old man." Louis remarked casually, leading us both through the door inside. Once inside Louis glanced at me insistently. "You've got 3 hours." he said handing me a map of the complex. "The head reasearch scientist is here," he pointed to the map, "stay away from there and no one will see you. There's camera's in high security areas, but you can't get in there anyway." "Thanks Louis, I'll be careful." I reassured him before setting off. I walked swiftly through the hallways. With cameras in the restricted, high security areas, I knew the best chance of obtaining information was the scientist. I scurried to the designated room indicated on the map. Sure enough the scientist was typing something on a computer. I watched him silently, he typed with a passion, imprinting his ideas on the keys. Then he paused, stood up, and walked over to the lavatory stationed on the nearby wall. I rushed through the door, when he walked back out nonchalantly. I dropped to the floor and watched as he grabbed a nearby newspaper off a desk and returned to the lavatory. I rushed to his computer desk and began to skim the remarkable lines on the screen. I hit the print button and thanked the heavens for the laser printers remarkable proficiency. I grabbed the page that had printed and rushed back to Louis. We finished the cleaning job together than I rushed home to my apartment. Once home I read the page in its entirety for the first time, it read as follows: From Ronald Starkweather to Jack Kent Concerning Eve project and its aftereffects. Jack, project coverup shaky. Remote location good for public, but the employees are all jumpy. God knows I am too. She's dead, its been confirmed. Her extrodianary pseudo-comatose state had diminished. Her brain waves in that state have ruined many of our instruments, as well as destroyed some of our scientists. I've never seen anything like it, if it is as we fear, there maybe more like her. It maybe the next step in the evolutionary chain. This was my first glimpse of what they referred to as project Eve. To Be Continued... after I get some sleep. ------------ Email Blake Ramsey: salazarclemente@aol.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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