Manhattan. About 15 days before Day I
‘We need the blood to save us.’ Lorraine said.
When they discovered it, laboratories felt into crisis: dozens of people moving up and down, direction meetings upstairs, security reinforcements.
‘We have to sign the contract, Lorraine. Just for VIPS, you might be flattered.’ We have signed non-disclosure agreements before, but not like this one.
‘Have you read it? It’s the end. If we sign this, we will never work for a lab.’
They decided to close the doors at seven o’clock. No manager or scientist would leave the building. They just allowed us one call and, of course, under vigilance.
‘What it will happen?’
They tried to keep the vaccine infection secret but even the cleaners knew it. The rumor extended from one room to another, from cleaners to doctors. At midday, when everyone in the company knew it, the loudspeakers sounded:
‘Dear friends and workers… I am S.K., director of G.A.P. laboratories. I am here to talk you about the new we all have heard. I must express my total disappointment and I must express the news you listened are just rumors. There’s no security problem or any problem in our labs or any infection threat…’
The speech continued for ten minutes. For security reasons, they retained our mobile phones. ‘Is this a secure situation?’
‘The director wants to see us, Lorraine. We have to do something with this.’
‘Where’s John?’ Lorraine asked.
‘He has disappeared.’
They had looked for doctor Mirror everywhere with no luck, he seemed to be vanished, evaporated.
‘Nobody saw him leaving the building,’ the director said. ‘Nobody saw him at home. Lorraine, we are our last opportunity. You have to get him. He is the only one who can solve this.’
She has no option: she accepted.
**Fake Game, serial novel by Martin Cid http://yareah.com/?cat=293