That's gonna be one looooong PM!
Anyway, that's 2 replies so...
Chapter23
Splat
This time everything went black, rather than white. For a few seconds my body tingled but then that stopped. But everything stayed black. It took me several seconds to realise that that was not because I was still being teleported but because the place I’d ended up in was pitch dark.
I took a step backwards and found myself against a wall. I groped round it, trying to find a door or a light switch. It turned out that it might have been better if I hadn’t bothered.
A shaft of bright artificial light entered the room from a gap that opened in the wall. As my eyes quickly adjusted I saw the silhouette of an intern appear in the light. It was a doorframe. The intern looked around and, unfortunately for it, saw me crouched down by a wall. It opened its mouth to scream but it was dead before it saw me move. (That reminds me of a really funny mistake in the Necrum mines where there’s this slig that you kill by turning on a drill. After it’s dead you hear it shout “what?” Just felt like saying that!)
I shoved the carcass into a corner and walked out of the storeroom. There was no one around that I could see and no cameras as far as I could tell. I crept down the hall until I came to a door and stuck my ear against it. I could hear voices coming from inside. I thought, though I wasn’t sure, but I thought that I heard the word, “laquameety” said.
I decided to check it out. I decided that the door wasn’t the best way to get in but amazingly conveniently there was a ventilation shaft just above the door. I decided to test my wings. I used more paramite thread to yank off the bandages covering them and flapped. Much to my joy, I took off the ground.
I flew up to the shaft and wrenched off the cover, and squeezed in. I found myself looking down onto the heads of 4 glukkons; one I recognised easily as the guy in charge of the lab where I was mutated. There was one that I think was the head of laquameety distributing and selling. The other 2 I didn’t recognise. I bent closer to listen to there conversation. I worked out that one of the unidentified 2 was the head of this factory. The other, the most dominant in the conversation, was, to my shock, President Martor, the guy in charge of the whole laquameety production, from researching to packaging.
I was looking at the guy in charge of the whole production, the guy in charge of research, the guy in charge of selling and the guy in charge of managing the ingredients. And it was the last one that I was most interested in, because he knew what all the ingredients of laquameety were, and he thought that it was impossible for anyone to be hearing his conversation…
Thank you Al for your attention. And I'll see you all in 2 replies time...
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