In a desperate effort to save the life of his 17 year old daughter, a cancer patient. Dr Higgins, a tech savvy scientist who works for ANNEX LABS a government funded research facility, makes an all out decision to steal hi-tech equipment, "Project 1...
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All he wanted to do was hear her innocent voice, rasping his name when he got home from work. She was the only one he had got in his life after losing his wife and son both to cancer. He couldn't save them, he watched them die, and yet he called himself a tech savvy? No way! This time around, he'll give his last to save her, even if it came at the cost of losing his job or worse, his life. And that is what he did, Project 17 was no longer going to be an unfinished work for ANNEX LABS' 'R.E.I.N.C.A.R.N' (Revolutionary Electronic Intelligence Network for Cybernetic Autonomous Rebirth and Neurology) programme. Project 17 was going to be a product of his very own making in the form of Emma Higgins, his only daughter.
Henry Higgins limped in a hurry to the kitchen sink, despite his injured leg almost giving way. He had finally found the cause of the beeping noise under his sleeve. It was a data tracking micro chip inserted into the wrists of all ANNEX LABS workers, from the Expatriates who run the facility, to the janitors who run the tech powered latrines.
These chips, tracked the every movement and location of the lab workers, in order to keep data on them incase, anyone was kidnapped by external forces and forced to tell the secrets of the research facility, brainwashed against the facility or stole highly valuable files or data from the lab. In either of these cases, the individual would be blown to smithereens within two minutes, by the chip's countdown system. This was in order to prevent any leaked information from the workers about the facility. No one had survived the ordeal yet.
ANNEX LABS' workers, were ready to become Martyrs for the good of the Industries. However, Dr. Higgins wasn't ready to become one. Not now when his daughter needed him the most, so he decided to do the unthinkable, as he was left with only thirty seconds away from standing before his maker. He grabbed a knife from the dishwasher and was prepared to face the pain head on. He proceeded to incise the area of his wrist where the micro chip was located, pain inched through every part of his body but he didn't care. Blood spilled casually into the kitchen sink, as the incision took place, the sickening smell of metal sprang from the basin into the air, making his stomach churn but yet still he didn't care, not with a ticking time bomb attached to him.
Dr Higgins held his breath, and did not stop until he finally heard a satisfactory clanking sound. The chip had been removed, he had survived, and he was very well sure he had made history. The tiny silver of silicon, no larger than a grain of rice, it's face a labyrinth of tiny ridges and grooves, lay still in the sink, beeping, as fast as a pounding heartbeat, left with only five seconds until it exploded; without looking twice, Dr. Higgins smashed the chip with a hammer he had grabbed from the window sill, then he stopped, he thought he had heard his name from the bedroom, it was the voice of his daughter calling out to him in distress. He dropped the hammer into the sink, forgetting to clean the blood from his wound inside. He picked his briefcase and hurried to Emma's room.
"Honey? I'm home." He said as he quietly walked his way into her bedroom. "Everything okay sweetie?" He continued.
"Dad, why so late today?" Emma said sounding weak and disappointed.
