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Chapter #4
Focus on some of the workers.
by: Unknown
Following Lockheed’s speech, there was an almighty ruckus of chatter amongst all the people standing in the foyer. Most were curious as to why such a serious measure was necessary in this circumstance (as well as what was so dangerous that their boss had been willing to lock them inside the building for the next couple hours or so). A few people were less than happy to be stuck inside. Rebecca Gray was always one to capitalise on any opportunity presented to her and that’s exactly what she did as she swaggered her way into the middle of the restless crowd. “No need to worry, ladies and gents,” she proclaimed as she welcomed the attention of all the eyes on her, “If Mr Lockheed says everything is going to be A-OK, everything’s going to be A-OK. Now all of you back to work, even in times like this we’ve no time to waste dawdling around.” She dispersed the crowd with her incessant shooes, brushing her dark hair from her long beak before seamlessly interrupting a conversation between Jes and Ms McGee in an attempt to aggrandise herself in front of the financier.
Rosa had secretly texted a message to her boyfriend, Fernando, that she was going to work a little later than anticipated and to send her love to their two infantile children. A lot of the other parents were in the same boat so to speak. Richie was worried about his family but at least he had his spouse to look after his kids- Jenny and Diann were practically single mothers already and Gabby was frantically calling up her daughter, Megan, to babysit for her. The parents all huddled together as a group and moved into a nearby conference room to discuss their predicaments.
Meanwhile, the newest TG employees had similarly banded together to discuss amongst themselves. Emmy was in her usual hyperactive demeanour as she fired off a rapid string of hypotheses and theories about the lockdown that teetered on the edge between science fiction and conspiracy. Aamil was in essence her exact counterpart as he normally seemed subdued to the point of being bored when interacting with his coworkers. He did have a penchant for exploding once aggravated and he seemed to be on the verge of doing just that as he continued to argue with the 26-year-old physicist. Nabila was also sat at the table but instead of diffusing the tensions of her friends she began fanning the flames by offering Emmy new ideas to debate. This provided little relief to her preoccupied mind however. For the past few days she and her close friend and colleague Magnus had been hard at work conducting some more research on the human genome. The blood, sweat and tears they’d poured in over the hours had brought them even closer than before and the lines between friends and something more was becoming a lot blurrier to her. She’d considered saying something to him but decided against it once the alarms started sounding.
Magnus himself was quite confused about their relationship. He replayed the scenario preceding the alarm in his head as he and the rest of the his male coworkers took refuge in the quiet cafeterium beside the store rooms. He ruefully held his head in hands as Trent proceeded to tell an old story about an old college story on his negative experience alarms that included lots of lewd humour and graphic descriptions of nude bodies. Tim had been somewhat of a caterpillar in his own college days- in fact, the same could still be said about him up to that point in time- so he eagerly lapped up the over-exaggerates escapades, his eyes behind his round spectacles bulging wide in shock and awe. Carson on the other hand was having none of it and shook his head incredulously. He’d only worked at the company for a few meagre months but he’d already grown accustomed to Trent’s tall tales. His interest was slightly piqued when Trent began describing his muscular college basketball teammates. A wry smile rose onto his face as he pictured the men’s sweaty bodies pacing up and down the court.
All of the groups, along with the handful of other delivery staff and apprentice workers, had fled to their respective corners of the Transforming Genetics research complex. What was unknown to them were the elusive group of thieves scattered around the building, watching and analysing the people below them. What made them even more dangerous were the sleek black guns attached to their hips. No bullets were hidden inside, no, instead there were small capsules filled with eerily fluorescent green fluid. But they were only visible for a short moment as the intruders silently slipped back into the shadows, biding their time as the workers inside remained oblivious.
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