Chapter 24

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The orange, brick wall stood with its broken barbwire for its many weather-beaten years — today, it had a small shredded strip of a student's uniform-shirt caught on one of its spurring barbwire rusted hook — it fluttered in the breeze...

When the wind stopped blowing, the hooked cloth bit revealed bloodstains on it...

Tina Martin stood at the Wesleyan old parapet balcony of the Stuyvesant Hall facing the wall.

It was once the secret place of two boys named Reeves and Joe — where the one named Reeves was a cunning one — but, neither was the most intelligent subject, to her judgement — as she caught him herself at cheating, in his test a week ago...

Then, he made other bad choices too, based on her witnessing Reeve's capture earlier...

Martin pondered and was still baffled by comprehending the boy's indecisions to escape when he had the good, open-chance to do so — but, it did not make sense to her — when the boy was caught because he remained behind to rescue someone — whom he claimed a day ago at her office, that he was not his best friend...

She gazed next at on the broken barbwire, with the boy's blood on it — after his failed attempt to jump the wall. The lyrics of the children singing in the chorus of that Pink Floyd song kept on playing in her head all day, ever since witnessing of the boy's capture...

She was then slowly saddened too, that the research facility, which she ran for ten over years, was now closed down for Washington DC's budget cuts — and now, her own overt future of the researches on the hybrid specie' Intelligence progress and female evolution discoveries have halted, into a transcendent limbo...

It would be a real loss to the world.


END OF PART 4 of 7

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THE TOMBSCRADLE YEARS

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