Legion 666

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I dart out the door before I can be stopped. I go to the next room and don't even bother with the door knob, I just kick it down. It looks identical to the first room behind the red door, except that it has a big half dried up pool of blood. That's interesting, I take out my chap stick take out the actual chap stick and fill the tube with the blood, I want to know who they have been torturing, seeing as I was next on the list. I put it back in my pocket.

The cop enters and gives me one heck of a glare. I know I deserve it, and that I'm doing the right thing so I'm not upset by it in the least. He grabs my arm and drags me down the hallway then back outside into the alley. "What on earth was that? You could have gotten yourself killed! The whole organization could have been in there in a meeting! That was just about the stupidest thing I have ever seen!" He scolds me, pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair.

" managed to find a blood pool that could help the police find out who they kidnapped, and I think we would have been able to hear if there was a meeting of the terrorists going on. I think I helped, and the file cabinet is stocked full of information. I helped more than I hurt the case, and your stuck on what could have happened, and you seem to forget that I took out a man who is a foot taller than I am without a scratch on me!" I scream, my voice getting louder as I keep talking. He just looks at me frustrated.

I hear the sounds of sirens in the distance and relax, I just want to go to work and identify the blood and do independent research. When the cop cars show up he walks over and starts talking to them, I decide I should ask if I can go to work, I may still make it on time. I go pick up my lunch and purse. I check to make sure the cyanide is still in it's container, luckily it is fine and my food isn't too badly squished. I don't even bother checking my purse. I walk back over to the police cars and I ask a woman in one of the cars if I can go. " I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to let you go although we will get in touch tonight. I suppose since Tom already has your statement on file it should be fine."

"Thank you so much, I hope ya'll stop that terrorist organization," I smile and decide that I'll take a taxi. I walk back to the apartment then flag down a taxi. I hop in and the taxi driver is a kind old man, I handed him the money and told him the address of my office. He asks why I have been crying and I tell him not to worry about it. The ride is fairly short I just stared out of the window the entire time, I tried to wipe the streaks of mascara and eyeliner off my face. "We're here sweety." Said the driver, I nod and tip him as I step out of the cab.

I rush into work, quickly putting on my ID. I walk in and go straight to the receptionist's desk in order to find out where I need to go. "Hello, I would like to know which way Mr. Ward's office is, would you please help me find it." I ask, trying to seem as calm as possible.

"Of course, he is down the hallway to your left, last door on the right. Are you alright, I know work can be stressful, especially with you just moving here and all." Replies the kind receptionist with a warm smile on her face. I don't like that she could tell I was crying, that means I will probably get comments on that all day. I thank her and head down the hallway on my left, the floor is white tile like you might see in a hospital, in fact the entire place gives off the feel of a hospital except without the doctors and nurses. I eventually get to Mr.Ward's office, I knock and wait for him to call me in.

"Enter." calls a indistinct voice which I assume is Mr.Ward's. I open the door and attempt a smile. He nods and informs me that I'm late by ten minutes. I cautiously take out the chap stick tube that now contains the blood of a victim. I slowly stutter out my explanation as for why I happen to be late, I start up the water works again. He wears a look of complete shock, as I finish and hand him the tube of blood.

He takes it with shaking hands and just nods, which I assume means he won't hold my being late against me. He opens the chap stick hands it back to me, then he gets up and gestures for me to follow him. He exits the office and turns down an unfamiliar hallway not speaking a word. This hallway looks identical to the last one, it would be terrible to get lost here. He finally takes me into a room labeled research lab.

He walks over to a computer with a microscope and complex scanner attached to it. He gestures for the tube of blood. I hand it over, then he pours it onto a slide for the microscope. He starts analyzing it under the microscope then he puts it on the scanner. Different screens pop up on the computer, showing results. I start reading the files on the computer, It says the blood belonged to a Mr.Santiago. He was an FBI agent, he knew classified information about a legion. A legion of mutated soldiers, whose goal is to annihilate the United states government and citizens.