Mind Control

Aneurysms

"What do you mean, screwed?" I ask. 

"They've found our parents' research," he begins. "It's all in this huge contraption that requires a passcode to get in," 

"And they don't blast the thing down because?"

"If any damage is sustained to the contraption, the sulfuric acid inside will be released onto all the papers, effectively destroying the last copies of the research," he replies. "They need the passcode, and they believe that we somehow know it," 

"I've never been told any such passcode, have you?" I frown, furrowing my eyebrows. 

"No," he sighs. "That's the unsettling part. I suspect they've been instructed to obtain the code from us, and then kill us,"

"And if we don't give them the code, they'll kill us anyways," I finish. 

"Basically," he sighs. I slump in my seat and stare outside. 

I suddenly sit up and stare at Drew with determined eyes. "Oh hell no," 

"What?" he asks incredulously. 

"We are not letting them have their way," I say. "We're currently heading to Vegas. We'll find the Seven Hands-"

"I don't trust them," he frowns. 

"Do we really have a choice? They can give us protection and freedom," I retort. 

"Okay, how do you propose to find them?" he challenges. "There are thousands of people in Vegas, not to mention, we aren't exactly free to do as we wish with our time there," 

"Don't worry," I send him a sly smile. "I got us covered," 

~~~

"Hey, can you stop for a second? I really need to go to the washroom," I plead the driver through the intercom. 

"I've been instructed to drive you directly to an address, and I will not stray from my instructions," 

"Listen here, I highly doubt your superiors will be happy that I died in the backseat of your car. I really need to go, and you can stand right outside the door if you'd like," I demand. 

I hear him sigh. "Okay, atleast wait until we're in Vegas. We're on the highway right now, and I don't want to be late to your destination by taking a detour," 

"Sure. Just step on it," I smile, even though he couldn't see me. I shut off the intercom and smirk at Drew. "And that is how it's done,"

"You're something else, woman," he laughs, shaking his head. "You should be an actress,"

"I'm going into law, if we make it out of this situation. I better be good at convincing people," I smile. 

"It's ironic how your parents are renounced scientists, and you choose to go into law,"

"Maybe I chose it for that very reason?" 

"What do you mean?" he raises an eyebrow. Shoot, I shouldn't have said anything. 

"My parents would often go into these phases of obsession with their work. They would barely eat or drink for days, caught up in their own world of theoretical this and that. It was scary. They barely even recognized me," I explained. "Although I don't have the passion for science as they did, I do enjoy it. I would hate to turn out like them,"

"Did they ever apologize or offer explanation for their behaviour?"

"They didn't talk to me that often. They kept me busy by giving me lessons in everything imaginable. When they did decide to talk to me, I didn't want to ruin it by questioning or critisizing them," I gave a small smile. "Don't have to worry about that anymore, eh?"