XVIII

“The green cylinder. On the other side of the room.”

There was significant static on the intercom, however, the instruction was crystal clear.

“Break it open.”

That didn’t seem like the most brilliant idea, especially given the past events at this particular facility.

However, this was no mere suggestion, it was a demand.

  1. XII
  2. Charles, only five-nine, but built like a tree and dressed head-to-toe in black tactical gear. Handguns holstered on each leg, a small knife strapped to one ankle, and two of the biggest machetes I’d ever seen – one hanging over each shoulder. Honestly, given the stories I’d heard, I was expecting more guns, but I […]

  3. XX
  4. Beyond the flickering a red, softly pulsating, light. Below the light a door. Even from this distance it looked heavy, and very locked, but it was still a door. Above the door an understated sign. [J.A.S.P.E.R]

  5. XXIX
  6. Eyes still aren’t adjusting. Odd or not, I can’t decide. 11:43. That was a long five minutes. Wait, what was that? A door? Different to the noise earlier. Closer. Or am I imagining things. I need to find a way out. Reaching a corner, I at least know that the wall doesn’t extend forever, still […]

  7. XXXII
  8. Obviously the logical part of my brain thinks that theory is bollocks, but the rest of the brain is running with it. I’m ok with that. I’d rather be calm than hideously scared. I sit up on top of the table, leaning against the walls in the corner of the room, just gazing straight ahead, […]

  9. XXI
  10. Before them stood a wall of screens with a single command console located off to the left hand side of the room. They appeared to be displaying surveillance feeds. The video quality was grainy and monochrome, this room had been here for years. A hundred windows into a hundred different worlds. “254,” Miles bluntly observed, […]