Story of Bob

26: The Grand Hall

Mrs. Fritzgerald and I walked out of the research room and we intended on walking to the Grand Hall, which was located at central London.

She and I left the institution and entered into the van of the admin team. The chaffeur started the car, with all passengers pin drop silent, trying to stay cool under the intense heat of the sunny weather. 

To reach the Grand Hall, it took about thirty minutes.

                                             Grand Hall

                                                13:30

I was at the meeting room, standing next to Mrs. Fritzgerald and behind us were body guards.

We took to our seats around the round table. Opposite me was a person who looked quite familiar: Diane. The lady who fortunately released me from prison and the one who got crushed by Eddie, my eldest.  Others who were at the table were some royal agents of the Queen, and some great important people.

'Greetings, Sir Bob. It has been quite a while since I have seen you', said Diane.

'Great to see you, Madam', I replied with a stone cold face, trying to forget the memories of her.

A tall, bespectacled, bald, ginger-haired man arose and spoke:

'People. I have summoned you all for an important case. Sir Bob, the man on the right side of the table has created an antidote to combat this great virus, Bio-Praemus_V22! Great scientists have made research upon this behemoth but none have prevailed. Today, we are here to discuss the topic: Is the antidote worthy of international consumption or not?'

He took to his seat.

Diane rolled out a scroll which contained the contents of my release.

A dark skinned giant hand grabbed it and the burly bearded gentleman skim read the contents.

'Sir Bob. I believe, from the contents of this scroll that you were once a prisoner?'

'Yes', I replied.

'Speaking of you being guilty of committing genocide , I doubt that the States will accept your creation of your antidote. Even if you are spared from your rightful death sentence, you are still considered wanted on the hitlist of international criminals.'

I stayed silent reflecting on that day. The day which I was freed from prison by my son, Eddie.

Was it worth it being freed? Was it worth it, praying for life? D-Death was right in trying to get my life!

Mrs. Fritzgerald, ready to defend my case slid off her mask, revealing her elegant facial form.

Rising up from her seat, she spoke the following words: 'I know Sir Bob very well. Last week he gave me his papers considering the antidote and the virus. Sir Bob is worthy of being given a chance to fulfill his dream and his antidote is worth being used. My elite members, under my leadership have delivered accurate results considering Bob's creation. I sincerely request that you send a sample to the States and test it onto the population. At least then, you can clear off  Sir Bob's name off the hitlist.'

The President's specialist researcher of medicine, Mrs. Lee declared, 'You Englishmen have attempted to assert your dominance upon American soil! Now, years later you are asking for your medicine to be used in our land! Do you expect us to trust this so called medicine? Even worse, under the mind of a criminal??'

For ten minutes, the Hall entered deafening silence.

I was expecting the world to doubt me. I know that my past would pull down my credibility for the rest of my medical career, after years of excellency in medicine and healing the sick. 

Whether I say sorry or not, the world sees me as a villain. I say this not for mercy or pity but for self awareness.

The battle of my antidote was about to tear the building apart as angers towards my errors built as hours passed. My dear friend, Mary was the only one determined to have my back and ensure, through evidence given that my antidote was worthy of use. The battle has begun!