Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

12. Day One Under The Circus

CHAPTER 12: Day One Under The Circus

I step towards the bunk I was given, Forty and Fifteen take slow seats as Candidate One places two other laptops on the bedspread in front of me, along with the cables, I use the laptop I was given by Doctor Lucinda as the main server, before attaching the cables into each laptop. It wasn't difficult once I had the USB. Candidate One's entire group crowded around the bunks, the ginger-haired male was forced to leave as Candidate Eight almost pushed him right off.

I gesture for the table in the middle, Candidate One pulls it over immediately, "How does this work?" He asks me, slowly as he studies me instead of the vials. I don't answer him as I lay the drive down and grab the serum I'd already broken open. I'd done this only once in the containment unit, but considering it never left my mind, it wasn't difficult to sit on the pillow Candidate One had generously placed down on the dirt floor for me.

The three males with him take their seats on Fifteen's mattress, she's crowded between all of them as Forty looks between all of us in flabbergasted shock, "Seriously, she hasn't even been here for five minutes and you guys are actually sitting in our bunker space." He says, still astonished.

The Candidate who remained guarding Fifteen gives him a flat look, "No one has said they were able to get information on the people who made us forget our entire past before." He says, a dark Russian accent on his tongue. I study the chemical stands.

"I need a diary, or paper. Something to write on." I tell Candidate One, who places one in front of me after getting it from a hesitant Fifteen. I snap it open and begin writing the basic measurements of the serum, from its viscosity to density, to measure how much should be filed into the USB. It was similar to the practice I did in the containment unit, so using the same style and structure, I was able to measure when to stop pouring the serum into the USB.

I carefully close it up as Candidate One watches closely, leaning closer, I glare at him, "If you breathe on the object, I will not be able to measure the quantity required accurately." I tell him, truthfully. His eye twitches as he leans back and waits patiently. I click the lid on securely before standing and turning to the laptops, I leave the serum to settle as I begin opening the algorithms necessary to use.

He stands behind me, looking at the screens, "What are these programmes?" He asks me, gesturing to the three laptops.

I begin typing measurement codes into the first algorithm, "Firewall systems, if they can see what we're doing and they don't want us to possibly analyse the data, they could cut me straight out of the system, except they can't do that if I broadcast my firewalls in distraction, building the heavier ones on a more secure network, which obviously runs a good ten feet on where your standing now. If I supply more than one algorithm, I won't just get the supplier's name for the serum, I'll get their investment status, employee documentation, navigational services and even the location of where we are now, that'll take a while though. This will just analyse the serum and allow me to conduct enough data to look at possible companies. We could be dealing with more than one supplier." I explain to him, side-glancing him.

He blinks, "English." He says one word.

I wave him off, "I don't have time." I mutter, reaching for the USB.

"Please, don't blow up." I whisper.

"WHAT?" I hear Candidate Eight screech before I plug the USB in.

Fifteen seconds of silence, before it begins analysing the data.

I blow out a breath, "I really wasn't sure if it would blow up or not." I say, holding in a smile, before seeing the deadpanned looks from his entire team. I shrug as I turn back to the data. I begin typing in the sequences I read in the encryptions.