He narrowed his eyes. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Brian spun on his heel and headed towards the locked hallway door that we had originally entered from. I took a deep breath, organizing my argument in my head. I needed to make the best of this. I needed to prove myself.
I also wanted proof that this facility wasn't some sort of butcher shop for women.
It took longer than I thought with increased security; but when we finally arrived at the main entrance of the building, I found that they had blacked out the front windows and it no longer looked like a waiting room.
Was it all just an act to get me to sign those papers? The thought nagged me. No, they wouldn't go to that sort of trouble just to fool a girl like me. It probably could have looked like this in here from the beginning and I would have signed anyways...
The thought made me cringe. Money truly was the worst thing man kind had ever created; and we were all puppets under its control.
Were humans always as selfish as we are now?
Upon glancing around the room, I noticed Diane, the woman who had arranged my interview was now long gone.
"Where is everyone?" I asked suspiciously, looking to Brian for any clues as to what was going on. The chairs had been removed, as well as the office supplies that had made this look like every other doctors office I had visited before. Now, it was just an empty room with a door that led outside to the parking lot I had walked through to get here. And stationed beside the door... were two armed guards. In under the span of one hour?
"Back to business as usual." He answered just as cryptically. I frowned at the back of his head as he led me to the Generals office. He knocked loudly, stepping back with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked visibly nervous and a little clammy.
Why was Brian so scared of this man? He was surely not someone that needed to worry about being replaced, considering his role and devotion to their cause.
Within a moment, the door swung open showing a disheveled looking General. My eyes widened at his uniform being so haphazardly thrown on.
"What is the meaning of this, Saunders?" General Jeff ground out angrily, his eyes darting between both Brian and I.
"Well, sir... the girl demanded to speak with you." Brian responded, sounding worried.
An robotic looking smile slowly spread over the Generals face. "She did, did she?" He answered sweetly, "and when, exactly did she start to call the shots?" He hissed out angrily.
Brian cringed away from his open hostility. "She refused to take part in the injection. Patient 347 is deceased." The little snitch practically whimpered out.
I glared at Brian openly for throwing me under the bus. "Actually, I was just a little shocked over the state of the room. If I'm going to be working here, I think we should be a little more proactive on the patients health. Especially training on how to treat them. They're not mindless beings."
Jeff stared at me for a long moment. He blew out a breath of air. "I see... so all you are asking for is proper medical equipment and to treat the patients more humanely. And once we have done that, you believe you could carry out the job?"
I bit the inside of my lip enough to taste blood. "Yes." I lied through my teeth.
Jeff raised a brow. "Very well. I find it very interesting you feel comfortable enough to make such requests on your very first day... on your orientation no less."
I pursed my lips. "Well, this is life and death we're talking about here. If you're testing out cures for cancer, shouldn't you be giving them the best chance possible to survive? These people have been through enough."
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