One Last Butterfly

Chapter 3

In ??? Institute of Biological Research

3rd Person

"Ah, Forskare Director Pionek, what a pleasure to see you."

"The feeling is mutual, Doctor Ond."

A white light flickered on in the cavernous room. Two figures were on both sides of the table and a stack of papers was the barrier between them. Strict, business-like faces of a man and a woman looked down at the papers. The man absently picked up a pen and signed his name on the top. Removing it, he tapped his pen expectantly at a page called "Participants".

"So, which of the participants have had the Stupor?"

"Subject 003, sir."

"Hm..."

The male flipped through the pages until he reached a page with "#003" written in large font at the top with information and a photograph.

"What was the Stupor and the preparations before it?"

"It has received the Čustveno Stupor, the third option. Before the Stupor, it had been given a 39 milligram dose of the Aneh drug, version 3, 5 hours prior to the Stupor. The Subject has been carefully observed to see if there are any irregularities, but it seems to behave normally. We hypothesise it is because of the controlled amount of drugs it has been taking every day. Its reactions have yet to arrive, both the computerised analysis and physiological analysis"

The man was scribbling all of this down as the woman talked.

"Very well. Note everything that has not been covered up and the what you will do in the future with this discovery," he dictated.

"Well, sir, nothing has got out. We have been very careful, because this is one of the most important parts of the plan. We will use this discovery, along with the others coming this week and the next and organise it together. Then we will take our plan further."

The male wrote something down with a flourish and rest the pen on the paper. He lifter his eyes to see the woman's hazel ones.

"Are you sure that no more incidents will occur?", he asked sceptically.

"No Doctor, our security has doubled down after the 2 incidents and we will insure that there will be no more problems."

"You better not. You know how much trouble it would cause."

"Yes I do, sir."

"No matter what happens to anything, we must continue on in the name of Earth. It does not matter if the ones inferior to us understand it or not. Do you get it?"

"Yes sir, I do."

"In the name of Science, Earth, and Operation Mensheid."

He held up a glass of red liquid and held it out to her.

"In the name of Science, Earth, and Operation Mensheid."

She held up hers, and they clinked them together and drank.

Setting the glasses down, they both stood up as if they were synchronised and shook their hands.

The male looked towards a camera and said, "End of Log 3 of the San section."

He tapped it and the camera beeped and stopped recording. The screen then displayed a series of words, "Being Sent to HeadQuarters..." In a little, the screen flashed to "Sent" and went black.

Both the parties sighed and looked at each other.

"So, Marie, we should go back home."

"Yeah, let's just do that. I'm tired anyway. I need a beer."

"Sure, why not."

They both smiled at each other and kissed briefly, before holding hands and walking out.