Raizon: The Following (Updates Friday's)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

"What do you mean subject Eleven is gone?!" An angry red-headed woman asked. Her greying hair was pulled up into a tight bun. She pushed up her glasses in fury as she walked briskly down the hall, nearly running. Red lights were flashing and loud alarms were blaring. "What the hell are you all paid for? You let him get away? Again?! Find him now!" Her voice was commanding and forced the entire panicked room to ramp up its pace.

There was a chorus of "On it ma'am!" and "Yes!" from the crowded busy hall that split like Moses parting the red sea for the fiery woman to pass through. Her white lab coat fluttered as she walked. "Search every hallway, every vent, and close every exit! If he escapes, I'll use all of you as my next experiments!" He pressed her ID badge to a door and stormed into the communications room.

"Run diagnostics on all vitals within and around the building- hell even around the wall! I want him found immediately! The first person to bring him back gets a pay raise! And if that inst enough motivation for you sorry lot, then consider yourselves experimental fodder if he doesn't get caught!" She shouted as her hands came to slam into a desk next to someone furiously typing away at their high tech computer. "Stein, what do we know so far?" She asked the middle-aged man she had slammed her hands next to; the man who had not even flinched a bit, not at all threatened by her loud aggressiveness.

"There's been too much upset within the building, bodies are flooding everywhere in a hurry- it would be too hard to pinpoint him-"

"I don't care how you do it, find him now! We can't risk letting the subject make contact with the outside again! It will have untold effects on the cellular level! He's not stable enough yet! Not after last time!" She shouted at both Stein and the rest of the room. "I have invested far too much into that brat for him to just run off a SECOND time!" She was fuming, some auburn hairs slipping from her bun and sticking out in unflattering directions. It made her look as crazed as she sounded. "Well? Where the hell is he? We don't have all damn day!"

There was silence in the room saved for the sound of the alarm outside the room and the sound of multiple hands clacking away at their computer stations. Suddenly someone spoke up. "There's been unusual motion outside of the west wall, point 226.8!" A woman spoke up, projecting her screen on the large high-class monitor in the front of the room. The display showed a detailed blueprint of the wall and blinking red dot that slowly made its way from the wall. In the corner of the screen security cameras displayed movement.

"Zoom in on camera 3," The redhead commanded.

Her wishes were immediately granted as the screen zoomed in on the camera and displayed what it was that was moving. A figure was running away- but he wasn't in his usual hospital gown. He was wearing clothes they usually fit their soldiers in- and he had a duffle bag. Rage consumed the redheaded woman. She slammed her fist down on the desk. "Someone's helped him?! Get units out there now and retrieve subject Eleven immediately! The longer he's out there the more my work will be interfered with! Who knows when the next raizon storm will roll in! You want my work to be tampered with by radioactive raizon?!" her face was growing red with rage.

"There's a traitor here," She growled. "When I get my hands on them not even the executive chief will be able to-" She was interrupted but the high pitched ringing of said chief executive. She immediately calmed herself and ran her hands over her hair, trying to tame the ever-growing mess atop her head. "Answer it," she commanded.

There was some shuffling about in the room before a face appeared on the large screen in the room. It was a man likely in his late forties or early fifties, he wore an expensive-looking suit and seemed to be located in what you could say was a modern office. Very expensive.