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The intruder strode down the hall and stood above Kade, looking down at him. The man’s face was hidden by a mask so that he couldn’t make out who it was. As the figure looked at him he could sense somehow that he was smirking beneath the dark mask. The only thing that Kade could see were those piercing dark eyes as the unknown man stared intently at him.
Kade feebly reached his hand out at the man in the mask but the dark figure swatted it away. He was about to continue to move down the hallway, but suddenly stopped. He looked back at the battered man for an instant before shooting his hand out and backhanding Kade across the face.
The stinging blow hit him with such force that it sent his head rocking to the side. The dizziness intensified as he felt the sharp crack of the man’s hand. He tried to shake it off, and even attempted to stand again, but the darkness started to overcome him. His strength was gone. He slumped back against the wall and faded from consciousness.
“Kade! Kade!” he heard a woman’s voice yell at him as his eyes flickered open. His head pounded and his vision was blurry as he began to wake. As his eyes focused he saw the face of Trina staring at him; concern etched across those delicate features.
“Quick! I need medical help here!” she turned and called out to any first responder that was near.
By this time the sprinklers were shut off and the smoke had cleared from he hall. “Are you okay?” she turned back and asked her friend.
He nodded slightly as he tried to rise but then fell back. “I think so,” he managed to say.
“What happened?”
“I … I don’t know,” Kade replied. “I was heading to the lab when suddenly—the man! There was a man leaving the lab! Did he take anything? What’s missing?”
“Kade, I need you to focus. What did this man look like?”
“He was … he was tall. No, I was laying on the ground.” Kade rubbed his forehead. The details in his mind were as jumbled as the rubble around him. “I think he liked that I was hurt.”
Trina’s eyes closed, as if in prayer. “Kade, what did he look like?”
“Blackness,” Kade whispered.
Trina moved aside while a rescuer came over and started to assess the man.
“What did he get?” Kade asked again, concern evident in his voice.
Trina shook her head slightly. “We don’t know yet,” she replied. “Our teams are trying to determine if anyone was killed in the blast first.”
“Dr. Johnson!” Kade suddenly exclaimed as he tried to rise once more. The EMT put a hand on his shoulder and settled him back. “Please tell me that Johnson is okay!”
Trina was silent. Kade’s eyes went wide as he realized what Trina was telling him in her silence. A tear streaked his face.
“You need to rest,” the rescuer said as another one came over with a stretcher. “We need to get you to the hospital.”
Kade nodded weakly as he wiped the tear from his face.
Trina put her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry. We’ll tell you everything as soon as we have more information,” she said.
She stood up as the men hoisted Kade onto the stretcher. Before they wheeled him away, he grabbed Trina’s arm and looked up at her, desperation in his eyes.
“You need to do whatever it takes to get these guys,” he declared. “Whatever it takes! For Johnson.”
Trina walked into the lab a few hours later with a forensic expert who was trying to determine all the elements which played a factor in the recent events. She could see overturned tables, pieces of equipment that were blown apart, and some stains of blood where Dr. Johnson had been found. Fortunately, the invasion happened a few hours after Trichem Labs officially closed for the day and most of the staff had already left for the evening.
“We’re conducting an autopsy on the body of Dr. Johnson in order to determine if he was killed before the explosion, or if that was the cause of death,” the forensic expert stated matter-of-factly.
“Why did you have to be so committed to your work?” Trina whispered to herself as she stooped down and examined the floor where they found Johnson’s body.
“What was that?”
“Oh … nothing,” she replied.
The lab looked like it was something out of a war movie. She glanced up to where the security cameras were positioned. Some of them looked scarred and burned. “Did those get any relevant footage of the event?”
“We’re looking at the recordings now, but so far there’s nothing conclusive.”
“Nothing conclusive!” she exclaimed as anger brimmed her voice. “How can we have perfectly good security systems and not know what we’re dealing with here?”
“Our Crime Scene Investigation Team is on it,” he replied sternly. “If there’s something of note, we’ll find it.”
“Sorry,” she replied softly. “Do you mind if I take a look around by myself?”
“Sure thing. Just try not to disturb anything.”
Trina nodded.
Trichem labs was desperate to find out who had done this. And Trina was pretty sure she knew why they had done it as she approached the walk-in refrigeration unit.
The unit was recessed into the concrete wall which made it a perfect spot to escape from an explosion. It’s massive steel door that was singed and scratched on the outside was slightly ajar. She opened it the rest of the way and stepped inside, surveying the many different vials that lined the shelves. She stopped half way down and looked at the empty rack that was conspicuously evident with the label underneath it which read: Genesis.
She gasped and shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, hoping she had seen wrong the first time. But she hadn’t. Genesis was gone. She knew that whoever had taken this chemical compound had a force in their hands that was more powerful than anything they could imagine. They probably didn’t even realize the extent to which it could be used; she hoped they didn’t realize the extent to which it could be used.
She knew they had to get it back. They had to do whatever it took.
She had but one recourse even though it unsettled her: It was time to call in the Orion Group.
The day was overcast with dark clouds looming; threatening to pour down its wrath at any moment. Dillon hurried across the street and into the dark forest. His dog Bruno, a large playful German Shepherd, followed close behind, sniffing every second tree as he went. This place held special significance for Dillon; it was where his most thrilling adventures took place. Whenever he was over here, Dillon could pretend to be anything. And today. Today, Dillon was a fearless adventurer, in search of the lost treasure of The Ancient Skull!
As Dillon stepped into the dark forest, the area around him transformed in his mind’s eye. No longer was it filled with thick pine, fir, and spruce trees, but now he was overshadowed by the dark canopy of the tropical Amazon forest.
He looked around at his surroundings, taking careful stock of where he was; he knew that every forward scout would tell you that it’s all too easy to lose your bearings in this kind of thick, desolate forest.
The air was dank, filled with the moisture of a recent rain. As he moved carefully through the trees, following the small trail he had unearthed, he noticed the tracks he had been looking for! I knew it was true! he thought to himself.
For years everyone had told him that the Amazon creatures known as the Giant Hape Crushers were just a fantasy; a myth that was created to keep people from exploring this part of the forest. But now Dillon knew it was not! For right in front of him were the very tracks that proved his theory. And they
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