He moved into the big, quiet hallway that laid out the path to the room he was looking for. The doors looked to be heavily armoured, and probably would not open with his ID card. He had thought of a situation like this, and he had come prepared. Under his vest laid a breach charge, capable of blasting through pretty much anything. The only problem with doing it this way was that he was going to draw attention to himself. Mainly with the sound of the explosion, but also with the alarms that he was going to set off. He slowly moved the breach charge closer to the door, shaking, and stuck it on. Then, he moved to one of the empty office spaces behind him, and pressed the button on his wrist labeled DETONATE.
The next few moments were a blur in Peter’s mind. Running in. Grabbing the egg. Pulling out his gun. More running. Gunshots, shouting, screaming, all the things you could imagine in a crime scene like this. He made it out alive, to his surprise, and pressed the pedal to the floor of his blacked-out Ferrari. As he drove, there was nobody chasing him. But as he approached the coastline road, a helicopter appeared in his mirror. “Damn it!” he thought to himself. The heli swiftly moved towards his car in the rearview mirror, and Peter drove faster. But it was no use. The heli was too fast. It flew directly above his car, and when it was in front of the car, it dropped something out of its backside. Peter didn’t have time to see what it was before a blinding white flash smothered his vision, and his car fell off the cliffside into the ocean, never to be seen again.
TO BE CONTINUED....
“They had warned us for years, and we ignored them. Now it’s too late. The fate of the planet is in our hands now.” -A.B.T. Technologies Intern, March 23, 2045