Chapter 4: The Short Scientist

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4.57 am

The door slowly creaked open, a short, male scientist stepped through the door. He had short blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes and huge glasses covering his face.

"Ah! Finally! You're awake!" Said the scientist, as he waddled over to Lucy to get a better look at her.

"Um.. Who are you? And where am I?" Asks Lucy, looking the scientist up and down with uneasy eyes.

"Hello, my name is John Richardson, but, I am afraid I cannot give you a solid answer as to where you are," replies John truthfully. Lucy sat there staring at John for a second, trying to think about what to say.

"Why am I here? And why don't I have a bed!?" Says Lucy, staring John in the eyes.

"You are here because you have something we want, also I believe having no bed will be the least of your worries," explains John. It took Lucy a few minutes to respond, as she had to comprehend all of what had happened in the past 27 hours.

"What!? What do I have that you want?? I'm just Lucy Smith a janitor for my local police station? And what do you mean having no bed should be the least of my worries?" Asks Lucy.

"You have access to police files, I want you grab on for me. If you fail us, we will punish you if you do not do what we ask," replies John with a smirk crossing his face. Lucy is staring at John terrified.

"O-okay.." Hesitates Lucy, "I will help you..." Lucy is disgraced with herself for agreeing to help these horrible people.

"Great! I'll let everyone know!" Says John cheerfully as he waddles out of the room.

*****

About 10 minutes after John left, green gas started filling the room.

"What the..?" Questions Lucy as she passes out from the gas.

10.18 am

Lucy jolts awake, trying to move her stiff legs only to find herself bound to a chair, in a mysterious laboratory.

"Hello!?" She calls out, echoing through the lab, with no response. Lucy sighs, annoyed that she keeps on passing out. Lucy looks around the laboratory it was brightly lit, with clean white walls, rows of desks and some windows along the wall...

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