《Chapter 7》

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My apartment is on the 6th floor. My room number is 216. I remember the smell of these hallways. I dug my keys out of my pocket. I twisted the key and the door creaked open. The room smelled the same as I left it. I realize I'm still in my hospital gown and quickly changed into some comfortable skinny Jean's and a Coca Cola t-shirt shirt. I open my closet and put on some Converse shoes. I put a pot of coffee on the stove and relaxed. I like to read, write, and listen to jazz music. It calms me down. I hear the coffee is done, I go to check it until I hear a hard rapid knock at the door.

I open it with caution because of all this stuff going on with the lab. I open it slowly just in case, but I was surprised to see a man not wearing black. Instead there was a tall broad man, about the same age as me. About twenty or twenty-five. Wearing a bulletproof vest on and a logo badge that has the letters "FBI" on it. Next to it reads "Roy Walker". I say in a firm voice "Who are you and why are you here?". He quickly responded with "You have to come with me now!". "Why?" I answered. "I don't have time to explain, I'll explain in the car. Ok?" " Their is men from the lab outside trying to get to you, we need to get out of here!". I nodded my head and followed him into the elavator. I ask him "Where are you taking me?, I NEED ANSWERS, NOW!" I yelled. "Just calm down, your coming with me to the FBI until we can get rid of these guys coming after you." "Ok?". "Yeah. Ok." The elavator dings open and there is two guys wearing blac waiting for us. They start at us after a few seconds of us just just looking at eachother, I quess they were just suprised to see that there was another person with me. They were expecting me to be alone? How long have they been folowing me? What the hell? I then feel a pain in my stomach, I was panicing in my head.

The FBI agent Roy quickly pulled out a hand gun and took them out with two head shots, "impresive" I thought to myself. This guy must really be an agent in the FBI. We both ran towards the back of the apartment lobby, out these doors that lead to the employee parking lot. Roys car was waiting their for us. It was black and white and read "San Diego FBI" on its side. Roy says "Get in come on, their probably coming toward this side of the building right now we have to go." We zoom out of the parking lot and onto the road.

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