HUMAN

Chapter 15 - Warning Shot

A couple of hours earlier. . .

Gina slumped on the office chair to spare her breath. Vannie was finally apprehended and duct-taped on a chair after she tried hiding a couple of Vincent's blood samples. "MMmmph! Mmm, mmmph!" The duct tape over her mouth only gave her the ability to mumble.

Gina shook her head. "Sorry Van. Not letting you go." Although as comical as this situation is, I, too, would be acting like Vannie. My father has told us that we'll have to dispose of any evidence regarding Vincent's blood samples, including a majority of Vannie's lab equipment that was used to test Vincent's blood.

Even a drop of that liquid would probably be worth thousands, no, millions or billions even! But we cannot compromise our jobs. If we erase all evidence, the SIU will not file us as suspects as we do not have any solid evidence.

For once, the corrupting justice system of this society will favor us . . .but, I'm not sure about my parent's careers, let alone what will happen to them after.

The notification alert from my phone snapped me out of my trance. Fearing for the worst, I read the message from my dad.

'Do it. Now!!'

'FUCK!!'

Swiveling my wheelchair around, I met their gazes and gulped. "So uhh. . .we may actually have to do it." Gina almost fell back from her chair. Abigail and Vannie looked at me wide-eyed. . .holy shit Vannie's eyes were twitching.

"But how, though?!" Gina shouted. "Practically everything we see here has been used to analyze and test Vincent's blood!" She said as she walked around Vannie's lab. She had a valid point. We'd need to discard this quickly and in bulk before the SIU busts in on our doors and raids the area for a "random investigation." Emphasis on random.

An idea clicked in my head! I got it from a show, and I'm sure it will work. Wheeling myself into the storage room of chemicals, I began scavenging for a specific corrosive acid.

"Methanol, Acetone, Dimethylformamide, Methylene. . .aha!" Conveniently enough, the container I was looking for was on the bottom of the shelf, easy to grab.

"Hydrochloric Acid!" If we find a large enough container, we could dispose of any evidence efficiently and quickly! I felt the presence of Gina and Abigail behind me. "You're seriously joking. . ." Abigail commented. "Well. . .it at least destroys it severely," I replied.

Gina broke the silence. "You got that idea from that one show where they cook drugs and wild shit happens, did you?"

"Well. . .you watched it too, yeah?" Abigail and Gina looked at each other before back at me. "Even better! Both of you know what to do then." I said as I wheel myself past them.

"Now help out, would ya? I'm going to need industrial-sized polyethylene boxes." I told the two, who were still unsure of the idea.

- - -

I landed on the puddle with a resounding splash as the bike rattled along with the impact. I had jumped off a small cliff as navigating around the ledges of the cliffside proved to be a hassle while carrying a dirt bike on my back.

A mixture of water and mud splattered on Jack's clothing. It's a shame because these shirts and pants looked expensive. I had hoped they'd at least given me old clothing, but I'm guessing that wasn't their main priority while they were rushing to gather materials for my journey.

I double-checked the bike again. Thankfully, it didn't seem damaged as I held it firmly on the chassis. "Alright. Time to crank up the engine." Inserting the key, the engine gave out. "Okay. . .how about now?" After turning the key several times again, the bike did not respond.