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Authors: Daniel Cotton
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situation.
“All of it!” he barks. “Everything? It was all leading to this?”
“Not all of it was bad, right?” she says with sincerity. “The stuff between us was actually my idea. HE needed a way to get you to meet with him. I was, and still am, very fond of you.”
“So, you know what this is?” Price asks, still staring daggers at her through the glass.
“I had heard about it, seen it before. I wasn’t in on their use of it, but had an opportunity to snag some.”
“How the fuck do you ‘snag’ something like this?” he incredulously inquires.
“Right place at the right—er, more accurately, wrong time,” she tells him. “There was an accident six years ago, I was working on another project, but was close by when everyone started running to help.”
Price turns, runs his fingers through his hair at a loss as to what else to do at the moment. His mind races without end, his emotions flare without meaning.
Nina continues, “I had seen you speak at a symposium in Waterloo, I knew if anyone other than Wilkes could crack this it would be you… I really wanted to be with you when you did, a part of your eureka moment… I guess I won’t be getting any of the credit for this, huh?”
“Oh, no, you are very fired,” Price laughs at the absurdity. “Don’t expect a reference from me, or any further money from the wiseguy you work for.”
“Why is that?”
“He’s dead,” Price reports. “I’ve got the money, the sample, and most importantly, I have a wife at home that loves me who isn’t a conniving cunt.”
“You forgot vindictive,” Nina adds. She seals the isolation room with her former boss and lover inside.
“What the hell are you doing?” instantly alarmed, he asks her through a speaker that makes his voice tiny.
“Giving you what you paid for,” she tells him. Samples in the room can be handled using thick gloves that are attached to the glass partition, Nina quickly slips her hand into one of them and grabs the glass vile. Even with safe guards techs have to use extreme care when handling substances inside this room, the angry woman smashes the glass tube against the counter like and egg.
The green ooze inside the vile begins to expand once air touches it. It grows exponentially to Price’s alarm, he beats on the glass to be let out. Nina watches for a moment, listening to the man’s pleas. She switches off the intercom, cutting his screams short. The doomed man thrashes futilely against the glass as Nina turns her back. She snatches his keys from the coffee flooded counter on her way out.
Price’s car is a definite upgrade from the Impala she had left at home, the suitcase in the back is much larger than she expected when he told her he still has the money, it’s her favorite feature of the new ride. She is surprised to see a gun on the passenger seat and wonders if he had really driven all the way here with it out in the open, with all the police activity. “Idiot.”
The woman wishes to open the suitcase behind her, feel the money, but she knows she can’t linger. She has to get out of here before someone sees her. She switches on her headlights revealing figures in the lot.
“Shit!” she curses, she has been seen. Dozens of people are walking her way. It’s an eerie sight as they slowly converge. She had worried the moment she laid eyes on them, but realizes they can’t possibly know what has happened tonight. The folks surround the car, Nina reverses away from them.
The slack faced figures are everywhere. The woman has to negotiate slowly around them in reverse for fear of striking one of them fatally, thus making an already bad situation worse. She’s effectively killed one man tonight, she doesn’t wish to add to the body count.
Left with little recourse, Nina gently bumps the people out of her way. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks them as they recover from their meeting with the luxury car’s fenders. She assumes they are drunk
“All of it!” he barks. “Everything? It was all leading to this?”
“Not all of it was bad, right?” she says with sincerity. “The stuff between us was actually my idea. HE needed a way to get you to meet with him. I was, and still am, very fond of you.”
“So, you know what this is?” Price asks, still staring daggers at her through the glass.
“I had heard about it, seen it before. I wasn’t in on their use of it, but had an opportunity to snag some.”
“How the fuck do you ‘snag’ something like this?” he incredulously inquires.
“Right place at the right—er, more accurately, wrong time,” she tells him. “There was an accident six years ago, I was working on another project, but was close by when everyone started running to help.”
Price turns, runs his fingers through his hair at a loss as to what else to do at the moment. His mind races without end, his emotions flare without meaning.
Nina continues, “I had seen you speak at a symposium in Waterloo, I knew if anyone other than Wilkes could crack this it would be you… I really wanted to be with you when you did, a part of your eureka moment… I guess I won’t be getting any of the credit for this, huh?”
“Oh, no, you are very fired,” Price laughs at the absurdity. “Don’t expect a reference from me, or any further money from the wiseguy you work for.”
“Why is that?”
“He’s dead,” Price reports. “I’ve got the money, the sample, and most importantly, I have a wife at home that loves me who isn’t a conniving cunt.”
“You forgot vindictive,” Nina adds. She seals the isolation room with her former boss and lover inside.
“What the hell are you doing?” instantly alarmed, he asks her through a speaker that makes his voice tiny.
“Giving you what you paid for,” she tells him. Samples in the room can be handled using thick gloves that are attached to the glass partition, Nina quickly slips her hand into one of them and grabs the glass vile. Even with safe guards techs have to use extreme care when handling substances inside this room, the angry woman smashes the glass tube against the counter like and egg.
The green ooze inside the vile begins to expand once air touches it. It grows exponentially to Price’s alarm, he beats on the glass to be let out. Nina watches for a moment, listening to the man’s pleas. She switches off the intercom, cutting his screams short. The doomed man thrashes futilely against the glass as Nina turns her back. She snatches his keys from the coffee flooded counter on her way out.
Price’s car is a definite upgrade from the Impala she had left at home, the suitcase in the back is much larger than she expected when he told her he still has the money, it’s her favorite feature of the new ride. She is surprised to see a gun on the passenger seat and wonders if he had really driven all the way here with it out in the open, with all the police activity. “Idiot.”
The woman wishes to open the suitcase behind her, feel the money, but she knows she can’t linger. She has to get out of here before someone sees her. She switches on her headlights revealing figures in the lot.
“Shit!” she curses, she has been seen. Dozens of people are walking her way. It’s an eerie sight as they slowly converge. She had worried the moment she laid eyes on them, but realizes they can’t possibly know what has happened tonight. The folks surround the car, Nina reverses away from them.
The slack faced figures are everywhere. The woman has to negotiate slowly around them in reverse for fear of striking one of them fatally, thus making an already bad situation worse. She’s effectively killed one man tonight, she doesn’t wish to add to the body count.
Left with little recourse, Nina gently bumps the people out of her way. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks them as they recover from their meeting with the luxury car’s fenders. She assumes they are drunk
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