Jason’s
friends and his brother arrived, I needed to know as much as possible
about the facility, and those running it. Sneaking out was easy. The newly
arrived man had left the door standing open. The only thing I had to avoid was
the camera outside the door. At least for now.
Outside the room I
heard footsteps approaching. Hiding in a small alcove, I waited for whoever was
coming. The sounds grew closer, and two men in dark uniforms walked by. They
looked like typical security guards, but they carried automatic weapons. Along
with what looked like cattle prods. Nasty. They were scary enough on their own
but, if Jason could remember what he went through, they would hold a different
level of terror.
He had an
understandable fear of electricity after what Mason did to him. And, after what
he went through at Hunter’s hands, the fear was likely compounded. It might be
a good thing Jason couldn’t remember anything.
The guards also
wore high-tech glasses that looked to be equipped with… video cameras. This
could be bad. My ability does not work with cameras, and if they were viewing a
live feed…
Melting back into
the shadows I tried to stay as still as possible, not wanting the guards to turn
in my direction. The cameras on the glasses seemed like an odd security
measure. Unless… did they somehow know about people like me? There were
undoubtedly others with abilities such as mine. If they knew about Jason’s
powers, they could potentially know about others as well.
One of the guards
was talking as they walked past. “…believe they actually got him. If the rumors
are true, this guy could destroy the whole building.”
His friend nodded.
“Seems like too much of a risk, if you ask me. Why bother with learning about
these freaks? They should all be put down.”
Not something I
wanted to hear from the men surrounding Jason, and who could potentially see
me. The second guy, at least, seemed like he might be a bit trigger-happy. Not
a good trait for a man holding an automatic. I followed them for a little
while, hoping to hear more conversation, but apparently they were done talking.
I watched the
walls closely, making sure I kept out of view of the security cameras, at least
until I could get one of the guard’s uniforms. It would take more energy than I
wanted to expend to make sure all who could see the security screens wouldn’t
see me. Somehow, I feel weaker now than I used to, and I do not want to waste
the energy if I don’t have to. If I could get a uniform, at least from the
camera’s view, I would fit in.
There were several
rooms along the hall, and, once I stopped following the two guards, I tried to
check them out. ‘Tried’ being the operative word. All of the doors were locked;
all except one which led to a laboratory.
I made my way
toward the back of the room where there was a glass refrigerator. Vials of
blood and several different drugs were lined up neatly on each shelf. There
were microscopes, and a glass chamber big enough for a man to stand in, and
canisters of gas connected to the chamber. What kind of tests did they have in
mind for Jason? None of these things would help them figure out his abilities.
Or was this for
someone else? There was a computer in the corner of the lab, but it was
password protected. I looked more closely at the blood vials in the
refrigerator, but they were labeled with numbers, not names. From what I could
tell, there were several samples from three different people.
I couldn’t
remember them getting any blood from Jason, oddly enough. Why they wouldn’t was
beyond me. Why wait until he was awake and ready to fight before getting a
sample? The drugs were labeled similarly to the blood. No names on the vials,
only codes.
Footsteps were
approaching, and I began to wonder why this room was left open. There appeared
to be no reason for it to be…spinning away from the computer, I ran for the
door. I realized too late that there was a security camera over