We'll Meet Again (Original Book)

|22| Going In

He felt the man's neck snap beneath his grasp. Charles had no idea how long he had been wandering between universes trying to land back to his own, but he had finally found it. He was exhausted, but he had enough strength to make it out of there. He had just killed a soldier. It was the guard that had been stationed outside his cell. Charles glanced at both directions of the hallway. He had no idea where he was being held for the past three days, he just knew that he had to get out of there and he was slowly coming up with a plan.

Once he made sure he was alone, he dragged the body of the dead soldier to another room. It was a dark storeroom – not too big, but big enough to do what he wanted. He put the officer's olive-green uniform on. He was taller, but it was around his size. No one would notice.

Charles' attention fell on a box that seemed to store his belongings. His black coat was thrown in there, and he immediately fumbled through its pockets until he found the dagger that he had been carrying for almost his entire life. He made sure to take both with him.

He settled the green cap on his head, pulling it low enough to hide half his face, before walking out and abandoning the body in there. He walked around the building, trying to find a way out, but it was a damn labyrinth. It took him a while. He found stairs leading a few stories below and all other exits seemed to lead to the same direction. It seemed that the only way out was down.

His ability to travel through space and time had indeed returned in exactly three days. Nathalie Burgess wasn't lying after all. She wasn't trying to fool him, and he found it strange. Come find me, she had said in that note that he had safely kept in a pocket of his pants. Should he really try to find her? Would she really help him?

She had kept her word so far, but would it not be stupid of him to seek help from another mad scientist? His entire life had been ruined by scientists, but he guessed only another scientist could save his life.

He would contemplate that some other time. For now, he had to focus on getting out of that facility. He had no idea what it was, or where he was. It didn't matter. He would still find a way out. He was a survivor. Surviving was his sole talent.

Once he reached the ground floor, there were numerous soldiers and scientists and people roaming all around. It didn't look like a police station. It must have been some kind of base. He had spent too long in military bases. If he really was in a base, then they had been planning to experiment on him. He must have been a fine test subject for them.

All countries were the same. Everybody used whatever they could get their hands on for their own benefit. He shouldn't be surprised.

Some passing soldiers saluted him before they proceeded to their tasks. It must have been because of those badges on the officer's jacket that he had stolen.

It wasn't hard for Charles to play along. He had to get out of there. He spotted a door that probably led out of the building. The windows showed darkness outside. It must have been night.

He made his way to the door, but he stopped when he heard two scientists talking not too far away.

"Dr Burgess wants us to bring #55698 to lab 12."

"Lab 12 is where the Burgess is being held, isn't it?"

"Yeah..."

Lab 12. Had Malcolm actually brought her here? What was he doing to her? Was he experimenting on her? Definitely. Sick bastard. Charles's fists clenched and he headed towards one of the maps of the facility that was stuck on the wall. What the hell was he doing? He should get out of there and save himself. There was no way he was going to rescue her. What if he got caught and experimented on again? This is my only chance to-