2023-11-18 06:29:06Thankfully, when the assassin entered the complex Emily was conversing with a colleague. He had been worried that by the time he managed to enter the complex, if he had managed to, Emily would have been out of sight. She began moving as soon as he had entered and he followed her closely. She entered an elevator and he paused, pretending to study the huge poster on the wall which had letters sprawled across it in a very huge font size.
SCIENCE IS THE NEW RELIGION
“sacrilege”, he thought.
“Forgive them lord for they know not what they do.”
He looked up at the small led display which indicated the floor the elevator was headed.
Third floor.
When the light changed to green, he quickly moved in and pushed the open button. He stepped in. As the doors were preparing to shut a young boy who he guessed was an intern rushed in blushing slightly. He eyed the assassin briefly before entering the elevator. The boy pushed the button and the doors hissed to a close.
“Third floor ehn?”, he asked, but the assassin remained quiet. The boy looked at him again. They rode in silence until they got to the third floor. He waited for the boy to moved first and then walked in the opposite direction from the boy. He hated little gossipers and the boy seemed like one.
This time the assassin did not see which of the labs in the third floor Emily had gone into. He grunted in frustration. The prey was playing a game of hide and seek. The dance of death as he specially referred to it. He moved into a nearby dispenser, which was in a waiting lounge for visitors and poured himself a glass of water. He sat down and waited, while he studied the layout of the complex on his phone again.
He looked at the screen again trying to zoom in an image.“Underground floor”, he muttered. So the ride hadn’t been upwards but downwards. He almost laughed about how he had missed such a detail. Hadn’t it been for that young boy he wondered, he might have been roaming around dangerously on another side of the complex.
As if to validate his thoughts, the young boy reappeared, he got up and approached him.
“Do you know where I can find Dr. Emily”, he asked trying to sound sorry for snubbing the boy earlier as much as he could. “I keep missing my way around here”. He prayed he sounded believable. The boy in turn looked him over, as if to decide whether to answer or not.
“Dr. Emily Turner?”
“Yes”, he replied with a little impatience in his voice. The boy gestured to a chart which hung on the wall. It was while they were conversing that the assassin realized that he had been speaking to Emily’s assistant. He began to think fast.
“I’m just closing, and about to go”, the boy was saying. “when you get to the level, you speak to the receptionist on duty. You can’t go into the lab without a pass. The receptionist would contact Dr. Emily who would then proceed to meet you at the lunch room”, the boy said pointing to the place where the lunch room was located on the map.
“Don’t ask me”, the boy added as if feeling guilty. “I have no idea why all visitors must meet at the lunch room, probably security protocol or something. You can ask the Dr. yourself when you meet her.”
The assassin smiled for the first time. “I sure will”, he said and extended his hands for a friendly handshake. He playfully nudged the boy as they parted ways. “You seem like a bright chap”, he said, “I see you being a head scientist here one day”
“No thank you”, the boy replied
As the boy headed for the elevator to take him back to the upper floor, the assassin slipped the lab pass which he had picked off the boy into his pockets.
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