The Poseidon Project

4. Mysteries that should Remain Hidden

You don't drown by falling in water.

You drown by staying there.

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Project 59.

"Ah, so you do remember me."
The man dragged a chair from the corner if the room and sat next to me.
My eyes stayed glued to his bag, something was in there that I wasn't going to be pleased about.

"Your name is Project 59?," I managed to choke out.

The man stayed silent as he unzipped the bag.
"Do you know what your name means?"

He didn't give me any time to respond.
"In Turkish, Cari means 'flows like water.' Lynn is a water feature, depends to which you choose: a waterfall, a cascade, lake, a pond."

What are you blabbing on about? Is this important? Can you just kill me now?
The guy pulled out a syringe that was filled with a thick liquid.

"Dont worry, this is gonna hurt only for a few seconds. Then you won't feel a thing."
Because I'm gonna be dead.

I closed my eyes as I felt the man shadowing my arm with the serum. I heard a clank, and awaited my fate.
One second
Two seconds
"..."

I opened my eyes and saw Dyllon holding a metal bar, the man was unconscious and laying on the floor.
"Dyl-"

"Save it," he interrupted me. "We gotta get a move on."

I finally got a feel of my body and gently placed my feet in the floor.
"Hurry up!," Dyllon rushed me.

I frowned at him as we variously made our way to the exit. "Dyllon, want to tell me what's going on?"
He didn't look a time. "Not at the moment, no."

For the first time, I saw his arms were covered in tattoos, as he wore full sleeved shirts when I first met him.
His hair was tied up, revealing the many piercings he had.

Woah, he's really good looking.

"This way," he directed me. I followed him towards the exit, then realizing something.
"No one besides us is here."

Dyllon isn't respond.

I follow him to his car and went to the backseats, he probably wouldn't have wanted me sitting next to him.

A black sack was in the passengers seat in the front anyways.
"Did he do anything else to you before I came?," he spoke as we started driving.

"Do you really care?," I spat at him.
"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't."

I rolled my eyes. "No, just started speaking about my name and what it means. That project 59 guy has some serious issues."

"How'd you find out about that?"
"About what?"
"Project 59."

"I just all of a sudden said it when he walked in. I pronounced it Dolboor 59 though."

"Fucking bitch."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing important."

I looked out the window. "Where are we going any way? And how did you know I was in trouble?"