Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

30. Answers.

Mat Pat shut his laptop, letting out a tired sigh. He felt exhausted.

The past couple of days, he hasn't gone to work. He's been calling in sick, even though he wasn't. I guess the idea of going back to the tower made him sick. He just couldn't bear it.

What was he supposed to do? He had no idea. He was completely lost and without direction, just waiting for whatever explanation cellbit was going to give him.

Though, at this point he doubted that explanation was ever going to come.

At least that's what he thought. Until, one night a little bird flew up to his window.

Blue, green, black and purple feathers covered it. It looked like some kind of parrot, or tropical bird. Not a bird you would normally find in the suburbs of New York. It was odd. And it carried a note.

Mat Pat was unsettled, to say the least. Suspicious. And as the bird dropped the note on his window sil, and flew off. He knew something was up.

Mat looked down at his desk, picking up the note the bird had left him yesterday. It read, 'you wanted answers. This is your only chance.' Along with an address, and a time.

And the hour was reaching the time of arrival. He had to get going if he was going to get there in time.

And so, he kissed Steph goodbye and told her he was going to pick something up from The Agency. He then hopped into the car, and drove off to the address on the note.

Once he arrived, he began to realise just how much of a bad idea this was.

Stepping out of the car into the cool night air, he looked out at the abandoned car park across the street. Not a single person in sight. No one to save him if he called for help.

And so, with a heavy sigh, he entered.

Stepping across the gravelly road, his footsteps echoed in the enclosed concrete building. The only light letting him see the path was faint moon light shining through the cracks and openings in the walls. It was cold. Quiet.

Faint voices could be heard up ahead. Softly talking to each other over some indistinguishable topic. Mat slowed, taking softer steps as he came closer, trying not to make himself known. At least not yet.

Slowly making his way through the darkness, the voices could be heard just around the corner to his left. A faint light was on, clearly signifying this would be their meeting place.

Mat lowered his breaths as he leaned up against the corner, listening in to the voices just to his left. He tried to make them out, just barely recognizing the tone and accent.

Cellbit.

He was here. And he was stood speaking with someone just around the corner.

Mat cursed, sucking in a breath as he tried to make out what they were saying, but it was too muffled. And even then, he managed to make out that they weren't even speaking English, so he doubted he'd be able to decipher it.

Mat groaned under his breath, standing there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Glancing back over his shoulder, he sat there listening for a moment, before stepping back.

He took a step back slightly, readjusting his stance and standing up straight. He cleared his throat.

"Cellbit?" He called out, listening as the voices stopped.

He wanted to make it seem like he had just entered. It would have been suspicious if he had just turned the corner without a word.

And so he stepped forward, pretending to look around confused.