Prodigy | On Hold

7. Project NUKE

Albus

I'm pretty sure Quinn didn't believe my "go meet with friends" excuse, but it was the best I could manage at this point. I worked for a part of the DSD, or known as Dictator Shall Die.

I was also picked for the Dictator's infamous "Project NUKE." Meaning... that I was a double agent. Just fantastic. The only "uniform" I really had was a white pristine lab coat. Pretty boring if I say so myself.

I hardly trusted the golden transportation tube off to the side of our house, but it would be better than running to headquarters, wouldn't it be? I hated the taking apart and the re-putting apart my molecular structure. I stepped in and felt the familiar a warm sensation of air pulling me apart, and within seconds, putting me back together. I stepped out of the golden tube, glad that I was in the location I wanted to be in.

"Ah, Albus." A deep tone startled me as I stepped into the lab. I turned and found my self face to face with another one of my fellow NUKE operators, Jason. "Finally made it, hmm?"

I managed a false smile, walking in step with him. "I believe so. How has our lab operatives done?"

"Good," Jason replied, turning away. "You may want to check on them. Our supplies are running low. Just lately, a group of the DSD have been executed for trying to break in. A shame and waste of young talent." Jason was older than me by... quite an amount of years. He was about twenty, eight years in my senior, and probably one of the most intelligent scientists I have ever met.

I gave him a nod as I stepped into a silver tube, pressing the button down to the laboratory floor and saw a girl making her way around the lab silently.

"Angela?" I frowned, pushing open the lab door. Quinn's younger sister was scribbling down something on a clip board and turned to me.

Her lips pulled up into a grin. "Hey Albus. Didn't know you worked here." She reached her hand out, almost as if reaching to grasp my hand. "I'm still as blind as ever."

I frowned, then paused, knowing that she couldn't see my expressions. "How did you know it was me?"

She laughed, slipping the pen in her lab coat pocket. "I've gotten use to your accent. You're the only one that has it." I managed a sigh as we continued walking. I could hear Angela click her tongue, making her way around various lab stations and stopped when she entered a small office. "At least I can find my way around, hmm?"

"Yeah..." I said mutely as she sat down in her office. "How are all the project materials?"

She handed me a notepad on her desk, and I scanned it over, looking over the lab tests. "All good, I presume?" She nodded, turning away.

"It's best you get back up to your engineering department, I've heard that the Dictator's off with his assassins, but he might send some people to check on us." I sighed, shoving my hands in my lab coat pockets, stepping out of her office.

"I'll see you soon, okay Angela?" She smiled at me, nodding. I then turned away, making my way to the silver tube and felt air push me upwards and out back on my floor. Jason stood there at his desk, talking to a man in a black suit, probably the Dictator's "check-up" man.

I stepped over, just as the man's cell phone chimed. The man picked up his phone, staring at the screen before his frozen facade fell. His cell clattered to the ground and he collapsed to the floor. "Sir?" I frowned, picking up his dropped phone.

He choked out a gasp, small tears falling from his face. He sniffled, taking the cell and turned it around, showing me the "Breaking News."

I read it slowly, letting the words sink into my mind. Twenty year-old Jane Boone has been killed today, along with various other men, presumed to be her body guards. Twenty six-year old Abelina Johnson has also been killed. Jane Boone was shot in the head, and Abelina Johnson died to an unknown cause, collapsing at her desk, and the bodyguards have been decapitated, one body missing, but from the scene, we found littered organs and guts. Both woman worked in the Chandler building, and now other staff members are being questioned. It is possible that the killer was one of the Dictator's assassins. We managed to find a picture of a hooded figure in assassin garb with red glowing eyes.

I frowned, turning the phone to the man's password, allowing him to tap his password. I then took his phone again, pulling up the picture of the hooded figure. There was a faint sense of familiarity from the picture, but it was a shame that I could not put any word on it. "Sir? Why are you... um, upset?"

"T-that was my little sister," the man sobbed while I handed him a tissue, "My poor little Jane." I turned back to the screen, staring at the one photograph of a note that made my insides churn. Beware. If you are against The Dictator. You will be next.

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Ew.

What?

The guts part.

Well... yeah, I guess.

Mhmm...

There's not much on Project NUKE, is there?

Ah ha! You'll see. Albus told me that it was just... about making nukes.

*Sigh* Of course. Let's see how Albus does with the DSD, hmm?

Yep.