Agent Dioxide was back in his office after being treated in the infirmary. The psychological trauma still lingered, however, with no possible treatment. Agent Dioxide feared he would never forget Gershwin bashing her own hands into a bloody mess, unrelenting and angry in her endeavour to break out. Every bone-crunching and blood-splashing sound still echoed and kept its stay in his mind. From the infirmary to his office, he struggled to think other than what happened just now. Worst of all, the cause of it all was them. Though she would heal and grow back her hands, there was no forgetting the rage-induced damage that she did onto herself. He placed his head into his hands, and watched as the time fly. It took a flashing light on his phone to break through his gaze at the empty wall. 

They had to plan, so he stood up with resolve, knowing that whatever they were about to do would be able to redeem themselves, and to be able to be forgiven for what they did. 

He knocked and entered, leaning by the door when he closed it. He noted Agent Caits’ injured hand, and spoke:

‘So here’s the plan:

I have to ‘requisition’ one of the EMP grenades from SRD – chalk it up to more research that Dr Baoning ‘wants’ us to do on the Subjects. 

You’ll be standing by the vault door that leads to the staircase down to the vault itself. You will be switching guard duty by midnight tonight. You’ll let me in when the cameras are down and the coast is clear. I’ll enter and find everything we need. 

It is now 2 pm. We have 10 hours to act normal before our time to move. Any questions?’

[hr]

[i] In Big Boss’ Office [/i]

[right]Time: 1405 [/right]

Dr Baoning exaggerated his pain as he reached for the door knob. It was still and quiet on the other side – Big Boss never seemed to talk because his own thought process confirmed everything. Clicking on the keyboard even seemed unnatural from him, with the domain of his attention and intellect so broad that it did not seem to warrant the need to be mechanical. All he had to do was think. Dr Baoning, a genius himself, was dwarfed by Big Boss. 

He knocked and entered, and found Big Boss already staring at him, his eyes so sharp and pissed off it looked like his vision pierced through Dr Baoning’s body to the wall behind him. His face screamed irritation and pain, as if Dr Baoning’s very existence annoyed him. 

‘Sir, I have been observing the behavioural patterns and what with the recent incident we had with Subject 29, I believe that in order to maximize on what we could research, that we should bring them closer together, but to their original rooms. Knowing the two are safe would bring existentialist comfort, and perhaps we could regain their trust.’

Big Boss responded as if he had not just heard what was said.

[right] ‘What happened to your nose?’ [/right]

‘I… tripped… while carrying some files, sir.’

‘Come closer.’

Without question, he followed his orders. If it would get him to then go over the more pressing matter of the two Subjects, to avoid another broken something from Agent Caits, he obliged. 

He walked up, his pelvis barely touching the edge of the huge table custom-made for Big Boss’ size. Even in his seated position, he was still taller than Dr Baoning. For a moment, they looked at each other – Big Boss’ observation unforgivingly inquisitive, while Dr Baoning struggled to look him straight in the eye, wondering if it was ruder to look back, or to look away. Finally, the silence was broken:

[right] ‘Okay.’ [/right]

‘Sir?’

[right] ‘Bring Subject 30 back to his cell. Remove the hand-print scanner on his side, and maintain security, but bring them back together.’ [/right]

‘… Okay, sir. Thank you, sir.’

Dr. Baoning turned to leave, finally breathing again, not realizing he had been holding it for the entire duration. He could feel their plan coming together well, but he dared not show anything until he left the freaking building to celebrate his upcoming fame. 

[right] ‘Dr Baoning.’ [/right]

Dr Baoning stopped, damn near shitting his pants was how scared he was. He turned and walked back to the edge of the table. 

‘Yes, si- [i][b]HUUUHHH[/b][/i]’ 

He stopped mid-way, the air squeezed out of him. Big Boss’ large hand was wrapped around his neck, its arrival was freakishly quick. His fingers dug deep into the doctor’s neck, as Dr Baoning clung on for dear life. 

[right] ‘You’re dismissed.’ [/right] 

And Big Boss squeezed.

[hr]

[quote= File #52] 

From: Dr Jiang-Ping
To: Agent Caits; Agent Dioxide

Please escort Subject 30 back to newly-fitted Cell 30. Security will continue for both Subjects. Continue itinerary as usual.[/quote]

Agent Dioxide and Agent Caits both looked at their phones to read the email. 

‘Who the fuck is Dr Jiang-Ping?’