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When Emily recovered from the shock waves that had rippled through her body, she tried to speak. She was sprawled on the floor of the lab from the bolt of electricity that had been run through her system.
Making an effort to catch her breath, she said, "What..what do you want from me?" The assassin who was now watching her with a deadly intent was fixing some kind of mechanical device. Slowly coupling the instrument into place. She could only wonder what it would be used for.
She looked at him again, she could tell that the device was taking longer than it should have from the slight frustration that showed in his face. In a moment, his eyes had drifted from her for an instant. Emily used the split second to glance at the emergency button that was positioned beneath the counter top on the second row of laboratory tables. She wondered if she could reach it if she ran.
The assassin was murmuring something under his breath. It sounded like the lords prayer to her, but she was not certain.
The assassin moved in on her and pressed the device firmly on her chest. Emily tried to scream, but as she opened her mouth, she could only mutter a pitiful gasp as she rolled on the floor and passed out.
2.
The simple taser which the assassin had used on Emily was one that could easily be purchased online. The device which he was now coupling was a much more sophisticated device. One he had taken the pain of inventing himself. He looked at the body of the scientist which now sprawled on the floor in a mess of hair and lab coat and took a deep breath. He had bound her legs firmly using a very thin wire.
I don't want any surprises.He began dragging her by the hair towards the door which was marked private. When he got there, he searched her body for the passkey, found it and opened the door. The air that hung in the room was a mixture of pure oxygen and an inert gas.
The room which the assassin had entered was fairly large, consisting of interconnected giant tubes and tanks which took up most of the space in the room. The assassin maneuvered the body around several pods which lay side by side on the ground. Several of the pods had gases hissing out of them. When he got to a place which looked like some sort of cabinet he stopped.
He pushed the body roughly on the ground and pressed the device he had coupled in the lab into her body. The body jerked violently and the scientist eyes opened.
He looked down at the body, "Even you would marvel at the capabilities of this simple device. You are a scientist after all, you of all people can attest to the immense potential of science, am I right Emily?".
"What do you want?".
He hadn't expected an answer. "What was it that you discovered?"
"I don't know what you are talking about".
He looked down at the body with pity. "I think you would now". Flipping the device expertly and with precision he pressed a button on the device and pressed in firmly into her abdomen. The moments that followed was pure torture. Volts after volts of electricity soared through Emily's body. The device remained firm on her body as she pleaded.
"Please, make it stop, please, I'll tell you everything".
When the assassin withdrew the device, he was sure that Emily was going to talk. In the next ten minutes, he had extracted all the information he needed from her. He moved to the table which the scientist had talked about. He lifted the case up and placed it in front of her.
"Open it!", he commanded!
Emily hesitated, but seeing the look in the assassin's eyes she obeyed.
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The case sprung open. He snatched at the case and looked inside, his eyes bulging slightly.
"This is it?".
Emily nodded. He lifted one of the vial up and stared at the contents with a blank stare for a few seconds.
Sacrilege.
The assassin glanced at his watch again. Time was running out. As he replace the vial into a small case, The scientist began be plead.
"Please let me go, I have given you all the information", Emily begged. She was thinking of her husband and her five year old son Ethan.
Would I see them again? I promised to return. Oh God help me. I promise not to leave their sides again.
The assassin smiled as he grabbed her hair again and began pulling her towards a row of large and transparent tanks, "I wish it were that easy"
Each tank was half filled with a type of liquid and was illuminated from under by a soft green phosphorescent glow. The markings on the chambers were clear and as he dragged the pleading body, the creatures in each tank moved around. He read the labels as he dragged the body along.
Crab E021
Lizard E022
Giant squid E023.
Turtle E027
Black mamba E031
The labeling continued in this manner until he got to the tank marked E038. Indonesian needle-fish. He stopped and stared at the tank. He had read about these creatures somewhere before. The tiny fishes squished around in the tank peaceful.
He inserted the passkey and the top of the cylindrical tank slowly hissed open. When Emily realized what was about to happen she began to struggle. Tugging desperately at his hands, trying to free her hair.
The assassin pressed the device into her body again and the struggle stopped. He cut the wire he had used in binding her legs, lifted the body and climbed the short spiral steps until he reached the top of the tank.
"So long doctor", he said as he heaved the body into the open tank. The body gave a soft plump as it hit the liquid in the tank. The fishes began scurrying away from the body as it bounced around the surface of the liquid in the tank
The assassin walked down the stairs rapidly and using the passkey, closed the tank. Emily was now awake, moving about the tank. She banged on the tank, saying something which was inaudible to the assassin who now stared at her from outside the tank. He knew she was begging for her life.
Fruitless. The struggle of a dying prey
He began fumbling with the case he had retrieved from Emily, "Now let us see if your invention works". Taking out a vial containing a green liquid he pressed a combination of buttons on the simple interface on which was present on each tank. A small tube which ran from a side of the tank to forming an L shape opened up and he poured the contents of the vial into the tube.
As the liquid began moving down the tube into the main tank, Emily began banging furiously on the tank.
The assassin pulled out his phone and stood watching with the camera of his phone pointed at tank. As the green liquid from the vial finally made contact with the liquid in the tank, the little fishes which were moving about peacefully slowly began to move around in a hazardous manner as if being threatened. One by one as if it had been previously rehearsed, the little fishes began flying through the tank. Emily screamed in pain as needle after needle pierced her body. The assassin sighed and began walking away.
May the lord accept the soul of the lamb.
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