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"Okay, there was at least a hundred or so people who were on task keeping everyone in Durham drugged," Lila counted the names on the spreadsheet that she found in one of the rooms, lined with names, and the duties assigned.
Had everything from drugging the cough syrup to drugging the ibuprofen with specific dosages for each person working in the complex, with time stamps when they're supposed to receive their next dosage.
Everything calculated to even compensate if someone accidentally dropped an Advil on the ground and tossed it in the trash.
Everyone unknowingly receiving the drug had it in their system constantly, enough they didn't risk overdosing, but it kept them drugged.
Looking at the date, Lila sees that this roster was from four weeks ago, around the time John and Mary no longer received the drug.
The absence of everyone working in the hidden area, on top of the people in Durham, made it all creepier.
John and Mary couldn't get out through the conventional means, but the way it looked, nobody left the complex.
Yet, except the two, she and Theodore didn't find anyone else.
Got some bad vibes from this and it's reinforced by the fact that Theodore found where the workers clocked in, their cards all stamped four week ago, and no one stamped theirs out.
They didn't get the chance exploring every corner of the complex, but if there's still people here, they'd pop out by now, especially after Theodore put on his serious tone while using the intercom.
One thing stood out, there's no entrance, as strange as it sounds, they didn't find a hidden entrance or exit.
Something they expected in their search, but didn't find anything, just the punch-out cards.
Scouring the hallways, they didn't find anything dictating entrances and exits, no way for those boxes getting inside, no chance they took the same entrance as everyone else, and Theodore consulted the mental blueprints Al sent him.
Didn't seem like there's anything, until Lila inspired him into thinking outside the box, something he thanked her for with a kiss on the head.
If there's no conventional ways getting inside, there's always unconventional ways that wouldn't allow anyone from snooping easily.
"John, how far are we from Alex Industries?" Theodore asks him as he's searching through abandoned cabinets looking for evidence against the complexes.
Pulling out a drawer, John stopped for a moment, thinking to himself, before saying that they're at least about, 241.4 kilometers, give or take, if they take the main road and follow it through the stretch.
"150 something miles, that's a little far for an underground tunnel," Lila looked over to Theodore while she and Mary sorted through files in the desks of one of the workers in charge of distributing the drugs, trying to find a name and the purposes for it.
She's right, but Theodore cleverly pointed out, that it'd be suspicious if Alex Industries manufactured the drug in secrecy, out of sight.
Even if it's cleared for manufacturing, someone's going to ask questions about the drugs that aren't for any contracts.
John agreed with his thoughts as he said that Alex Industries answers to people above them, anything they do's cleared by them, they can't do anything without their say.
They'd have to receive clearance to develop the drug, but even then, they wouldn't been allowed to do it in the extent they're doing, it'd go against laws and regulations, it'd get them shutdown.
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