MOTH MOUND

CHAPTER 4

CONDEMN

DEFINITION

express complete disapproval of; censure.

"most leaders roundly condemned the attack."

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DATE - JULY 2ND 2015

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I shifted my disease to Joslyn, her eyes were glued down to a steel table, and showed no signs of any harm except her heart and breath rate was excessive. To try and get answers, I switched through more visions to try and find out who was observing her.

Outside of the box, a buzz arose from the speakers; someone was at the door. One other scientist who was semi-focused on their clipboard looked up. The soldier I had first used to vision in darted his eyes to the scientist who had moved.

They stared for a while at each other before the man in camo spoke, "Get it for fuck's sake." His thumb pointed behind him towards the door, "Might be the old dog."

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I flicked my vision over to the Warden. He was sat in his office at his desk, Tabby sat across from him as her screen displayed a grainy video. from around a half-hour earlier at the mess hall where Toby and Adrien had their newest conflict.

There was a soft static noise from the walkie talkie, "Sir, quick question, over."

He picked up the walkie talkie and held it an inch or so from his face, "So make it quick." His voice was gruff, annoyed, and pre-occupied. His eyes were still on Tabby's screen. His fingers went in a loop motion, indicating for her to repeat the film. She obliged.

"Have you got an awol Virus?" The soldier's static-induced voice repeated, "Specifically MMHV-7, over."

His eyes scanned across his American-memorabilia decorated office. That comment seemed to sink in. He raised two fingers, and Tabby paused the footage. "I am not in a place to verify that." He explained, "Why do you ask?"

I flicked back to the soldier's view. He and the scientist were stood still, they watched vent piece that had broken off from where it should be and was now flat on the floor, "We think it dropped by, gave a bag of breakfast and a bagel to a scientist and crawled into a vent, he said he wanted it delivered to MMHV-1?"

Warden gave a moment of silence to the apparent fact that Toby had escaped again. He didn't reply for a while, eyes stuck on the freeze-frame of Toby who had eyed the Warden, right after Adrien had been sedated, "Any damage caused?"

"Just a broken vent," He answered, "Should we try and smoke him out? Over."

He inhaled sharply, not proud of the instruction he was about to give, "No, Just leave it be."

"Yessir, over and out."

Warden placed the walkie talkie down, watching the freezeframe for longer in silence.

"Warden... I wanna go back to my room... I'm bored." Tabby's voice complained like a sulky child, "Pleeeeeease?" She dragged out until the Warden raised his hand.

"Play the clip again."

Tabby groaned, "Again? It's the same funky deal," Her arms exaggerated, "Adrien's a wuss, can't hit for shit and the blonde-"