We'll Meet Again (Original Book)

|23| Rescue Mission

Their plan was not too complicated. Gustave said they'd need a distraction when they'd get to this point. They needed to create a mess and stir some trouble so that the two of them could freely roam around the halls and find Nathalie. They were being escorted. There was no way they could snoop around with those soldiers following them. There were four of them. Two on each of their ends. They had them surrounded.

Apparently, Jocasta was right when she said that they didn't know the faces of the US spies.

The floor was marble white, and everybody was busy even at this late hour in the night. There were multiple people at the reception, heading off to different directions. Tedric looked around the large room cautiously.

"See the doors to your right?" Jocasta spoke in his ear through the device. "The security control room is the one to the left of the emergency staircase."

There was an emergency staircase that seemed to lead upstairs.

"The second floor is just the quarters of the scientists and the high-ranked military personnel. The third floor is the Control Room and Labs eight through twelve." Jocasta looked up at Uther who had been sitting by the white counter of his lab, working on his own laptop. He had been typing maniacally for about an hour.

Uther wasn't particularly fond of Nathalie – or anyone for that matter, but he knew his father was to blame for this entire ordeal. They had to get Nathalie out of there otherwise that madman would kill her. He hated his father. He always had the feeling that his father was to blame for his mother's disappearance. No matter how emotionless the Burgesses struggled to show that they were, in the end, they were still human.

"Labs one through six are in another building, but since the soldiers brought you there, Malcolm must be working in this building."

Albert nodded his head, quietly registering the information as the two of them followed the soldiers to a hall on their left.

"They are taking you to the offices that are up ahead." That was Uther's voice. "The Chief Scientist's office – my father's office is all the way down the hall. You need to act before you get there."

That was their queue.

"Oh shit, I need to go to the bathroom," Albert brought a hand to his forehead and stopped walking. "Dammit, of all times, why now?!"

"Seriously, man, can't you hold it in or something?" Tedric tried to hide a growing smirk on his lips. It wasn't the first time the two of them were pulling something like this.

That bathroom excuse had grown old in some universes but not in this one quite yet.

"Sorry, lads, it'll only take a second. Just point me to the right direction," Albert turned to leave, with the suitcase in his hand and the soldiers shared a knowing look before two out of the four set off to follow the man on the opposite direction of the hall.

Tedric clicked his tongue and shook his head in fake disapproval. He crossed his arms against his chest, and he turned and looked at the two soldiers who were guarding him.

He had to quietly get rid of them.

Once in the toilets the soldiers turned their backs on Albert. "You got five minutes," one of them said.

"That's more than enough time."

Albert elbowed one of them hard enough to the head from behind. The one soldier fell down unconscious and the other aimed his rifle at him. Before the soldier had the chance to shoot, Albert grabbed the tube of the rifle and knocked it back against the soldier's face. He kicked one of his legs, making him lose his balance and fall on his knees. Albert kicked the soldier's head, knocking him unconscious.