Chapter Six: Taking Action

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Two weeks alone in this room had the brunette going insane. The only time anyone appeared was with food and drink, and half the time she had to fight back the urge to make a run for it every time that door opened. She hadn’t been allowed out, not yet; Matt had told she was being held under arrest until decisions had been made. Though with the anomaly they’d been alerted to a few days ago, the decision had been put on hold, because apparently she was just that lucky. She’d heard the alarm echoing through the building; though she wasn’t a hundred percent certain on what it was until she was visited again a day after the alert, and then her question had been answered. Unfortunately, it was the only question that was answered.

Today she just might have the privilege of receiving those desperately needed answers. Matt had informed her a few hours ago that Lester and Burton wanted to speak to her soon, now it was just a matter of waiting. Again. Her fingers lingered over the hilt of the knife, hidden in her boot; luckily they hadn’t realised she held another weapon on her. They didn’t need to know, there was no plan to use it, it was more of a security blanket; something she always had on her to give her that feeling of protection and safety. This knife was the one constant thing in her life for the past four years. Her attention was stolen away as the door opened, Matt’s familiar face appearing as he signalled for her to follow him. Finally, her hopes had come true.

“So, you guys aren’t going to kill me now, are you?” She questioned, light-heartedly, although for some reason, deep down, she wondered if they could get away with it if they wanted to. Maybe she really was becoming insane.

“We don’t kill people,” Matt stated, his voice firm, and she was sure she’d hit a nerve there, though she couldn’t figure out what had bothered him so much about the comment.

“Sorry for asking,” Jayme murmured, silence falling over them as she carried on following him through the ARC. He led her to an office, one that overlooked a larger room where she could see a brunette woman sat at work in front of a flurry of monitors. That had to be the system they used to detect anomalies. She suspected the office belonged to the boss, though she wasn’t certain whether that was the man who sat behind the desk, possibly around his early 40’s, or the darker skinned man beside him, around the same age, give or take a couple years. One thing they had in common was the fact neither looked particularly happy.

“Ah, Miss Cutter, sit down,” The man on their chair greeted, motioning to the chair in front. He seemed to hold an edge of boredom and dryness to his tone, though she could also identify an air of intrigue. She complied, sitting down on the chair, glancing behind her as the door closed, and realised Matt had dismissed himself. Now she was beginning to feel the nerves dawn on her. Quickly shaking it away, she looked up at the two men, waiting for the conversation to start.

“My name’s James Lester, this is Philip Burton, we are head of this operation,” The man sitting down announced. At least that answered her question. They were both the boss, in some way, shape or form. Silence lingered for a moment after he’d spoke, that is until they realised she’d chosen to not respond to the introduction.

“We were told you’ve been travelling through the anomalies for the past four years,” Burton told her, though it was more of a statement than a question.

Jayme took a deep breath, dinosaurs she could handle, government officials? She wasn’t too sure about that. “Correct,” She responded, as calmly as possible.

“How much do you know about them?” Burton questioned, and it became evident he was a lot more pushy and interested in the finer details than Lester, that man appeared to not want to speak unless it was absolutely necessary. She didn’t blame him.

“I guess that depends on what you’re going to do with me,” She stated, raising her eyebrows before leaning back against the chair, trying to look as relaxed as possible despite the anxiety that was currently building.

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