It was a bright morning in summer and the sun was shining gently through the window. It was lovely and warm, with the breeze of the sea blowing delicately in past the trees that speckled the sunlight.
I was only little, around the age of one, and my mother and father were sitting on the couch next to me. I couldn't see my fathers face...
Something was wrong. My mom looked angry. He must have done something, but I didn't know what. It was something to do with work. As I played the scene over in my head, I recognised names: I got BG, Z-7, CT... And a bunch of others I can't remember. It's strange how the same names keep cropping up in my past.
There was something about the man's voice I recognised. Something nasty. I strained to remember what it sounded like, rough but regular. Suddenly I remembered the face: Rick Martin. To be honest, that's not much of a suprise to me.
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Now I think I'm back at the lab with Rick. I could hear him more than see him. I was taking a long stroll down memory lane here.
I heard yells and forced myself to look up to see Bennidict being pulled in by two whitecoats.
"No! I did what you asked, now let her go!"
"You're joking, right?" Said the doctor. "You really think I'd let all that research go to waste?"
"Francine will find out about this!"
"Not until I've completed my tests."
"You're sick!" Cried Bennidict.
"Probably."
And with that he injected Bennidict with a serum, and his struggling fell still.
The labcoat spilled the beans.
"You really think he won't remember anything?"
"No. I'll have him under complete controll until the serum wears off. Then, all I have is the detonator. Simple."
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