Purification

“I’m of home now, are you coming?”

“No I need to run a few tests; I will catch up with you tomorrow.”

The Doctor had said this, even though he had no intention of returning the next day or even for the foreseeable future, for that matter. He was fairly old, white messy hair, not unlike the conventional “Mad Scientists,” on morning cartoons.

“See you tomorrow, Doctor Ramuels,” the assistant called, with a bleep as she closed the door to the lab.

Ramuels never said anything, rather just pretending to be busy, preparing for tests. He waited a few seconds, made sure no one was around and pulled out a small earpiece from his pocket. Fumbling around he put the earpiece into his pocket, and was instantly greeted by a mysterious voice; the voice had clearly been altered, possibly via a computer application. All this did not matter however; as there was a more important matter to be resolved.

“I need you to remove it, ASAP”

“Why not destroy it?”

“DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS, RAMUELS!,” the mysterious voice then began to speak in his usual, albeit surprisingly, calm voice, as if he had not previously spoken.

“I need you to remove it, I don’t care how, but do it.”

“But then….What do I do?”

“Hide somewhere safe, and we will contact you when needed.” There was a bleep, similar to the hanging up of a phone, and Ramuels subsequently put the ear piece in his pocket.

Quickly Doctor Ramuels grabbed the empty sealed chemical container from the nearby floor, and took the project he and his team had been working on. The container he picked up was a greenish liquid, such of the colour that is normally associated with toxic liquid. Ramuels put it in the container, which was the size of a briefcase, with a metal casing and locked it securely.

As there was a strict policy, regarding entry and exit of the pharmaceuticals, Ramuels knew that he would not be able to take out the drugs. Therefore a plan was needed. He opened the door to his lab, and had a quick glance. No-one was around, although it wouldn’t be long. The security patrols around the site were endless. Ramuels propped the door open, and quickly went back to his desk in the lab, and retrieved a gun shaped lighter. Unless you used it, even a trained eye might mistake it for a real revolver. He also opened his drug cabinet and removed a few bottles, quickly preparing syringes with the contents of these.                                                                                               Ramuels left his lab, with still no-one around and the door still propped open and quickly moved, neither running nor walking, entering the staff room. He put the briefcase shaped container down and opened the cupboards, pulling out tomato ketchup, one he found it. He highly doubted the feasibility of his plan, but it had to work. He needed his project out; it was too dangerous in the wrong hands. He quickly poured the tomato ketchup down his white lab coat, hoping that it looked like blood, and then the alarm set off, due to his lab door being open to long. Ramuels plan was working.             

“Send two units to check that out, the rest man your posts and stand alerted,” The head guard said through his radio, whilst the sound of the alarm was ringing in the background. Two guards rushed to Ramuels lab, running straight past the staff room. Looking in the guards saw nothing, not even a sign of a struggle.                    

“False alarm, nothing here,” one of the guards radioed through to the head. The guard that radioed the head went in the door, turned round to the other and gave him a look. This was instantly understood as “stand guard, while I will check out the rest of the room.” As the guard walked in the room, the other one outside, spotted Ramuels poking his head around the corner of the staffroom.