Project M

Part 1

[Log 11-11-09

Twenty subjects have arrived safety and are currently being prepped. Standard protocols have been implicated. ]

Implicated. Was this enough for the report or was the copy and paste from every other report recording the received of subjects required? The text was green and bled onto the screen. The line flashing soullessly as it waited for more letters to be typed against the cold keyboard. Fingers tapped lightly over the keys uselessly.

Two sentences, fifteen words and the date didn't feel like enough but at this stage, it was hard to expand on it. What else could he write that anyone reading the report would not already know? It wasn't like anyone who wasn't apart of the organisation was ever going to read the reports. Still, the Headmaster would not be pleased if he skimmed over the details lazily. So much time had passed and they were all still expected to perform to high standards; this included reports.

[Twenty specially selected subjects who had few or no family connections and were able to be kidnapped easily had arrived. All traces of them have been removed from the internet and shall be slowly removed from more viable platforms. The subjects were selected from a pool of masters applicants and are considered to be more intelligent than average, as per the normal specifications of the organisation.

Standard protocols have been implicated. Upon checking in, the subjects were separated out and drugged when the plane reached cruising altitude. This was done by introducing nitrous oxide into the atmosphere and this is a report, not a fecking manual on how to kidnap children]

Exhaling, Hammond slumped, leaning back to look up aimlessly at the ceiling like the answer to everything was hidden in the lumpy porridge oat painted ceiling. The chair under him creaked almost in time to aches that ran up his back from the stretch. He linked his fingers behind his head, elbows sticking out and gave in to the temptation to let his eyes close. His whole body weighed down with exhaustion.

A different set of subjects had staged a rather dramatic but ultimately failed escape attempt. The result was the entire base was forced to join in the clear-up efforts not to mention to watch the punishments. He needed coffee. Badly. Or to actually get a night of sleep.

Luckily the new set would be unable to do one in such a fashion. At least not for a couple of months.

"Come on, just a little more," Hammond reassured himself. He just had to get the report over with and then he could get half an hour of rest before the next shift.

Someone chuckled deeply and hands patted his back as they passed in sympathy. The office was mostly quiet at this time of night but people were always about. A few worked the night shift, others like him were just doing whatever work the escape attempt had delayed. The arrival of the new subjects hadn't been delayed, nor had the procedurals to accept them and remove them from society. Only immediately after, they had all been required to attend the whippings and other public aspects to the troublesome subjects.

There would be no full night of sleep for a while yet. Between difficulties that always arose in preparation and the injection of the drug, the next few weeks were going to be very busy.