Project V: Pilot

               

Science is his passion. He had a knack for solving scientific problems no one else could solve. To the regular person a scientific equation looked like gibberish, but to him, it looked like a Dr. Seuss book. Rhythmic patterns easily comprehended and remembered. The world stood still when he cured cancer. He had actually found a legitimate cure, an enzyme that broke down the cancerous cells causing them to become cancerous to themselves and reverse their growth process. But what took the cake is when we solved the A.I.D.S. virus and it was pretty simple too. We just found a DNA strand of the virus in its host and tweaked a small chromosome then re-injected the patient with their own personal strand of the virus to counteract it. I got lucky enough to intern with him years ago. That’s how I got this position. I actually worked myself up to the executive level and was now on path to be his successor when the time comes. Well, me and a few other people buuuut, I think my chances are a little better. (I’m smarter than they are. And he invites me to all of his family events.) Right now I am the Pharmaceutical Specialist Manager. I have a whole division under my control. It’s kind of awesome too. I get to make all of the decisions and everyone answers to me. And Mr. Vanderbilt asked me to come in early today. I wonder why, though. Maybe he has some sort of special assignment for me so he can make a final decision about my future with this company. Anywho, I am glad to have been in his shadow. It’s amazing, really. To get to know someone that literally changed the world. Every time I walk into his office I catch a little of that aura. One man, he gave countless amounts of people their lives back. Unfortunately, He’s about to die from the looks of things.

                As I approached his office I noticed that he was tied to a chair and badly beaten. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do, so I hid. A few more of the employees that worked in administration had also been hiding. The workers in the actual factory had no clue what was going on. We all exchanged equally terrified looks, but we had to do something. So I started to ask what was going on. Someone told me, “they came in after he did this morning and killed the guards and took him in there and started questioning him.” Well of course I asked, “Did anyone call the cops?” But just as I did a guy came up from behind me and said, “Hand over your phone.” The gun he had in his hand left no room for questions so I did. Fucking prick. I wanted to do something but I’m not the physical type. He probably would have pummeled me. Dammit, people always look at us science guys like we’re weak. Wait, he’s saying something. “I saiiiid. What the FUCK are you looking at little girl. You look like you want to do something.” In my mind, I got up and slapped the hair off of his scruffy little chin. In real life, well… you know. Can’t win ‘em all. Hell, you obviously can’t even imagine winning ‘em all. He grabbed me by my collar and picked me up against the wall. “Please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me,” I said. Fuck I should’ve stood up to that guy. Maybe if I had stood up to him then everyone else would have helped. That was a risk I wasn’t prepared to take though.

                As if things couldn’t get any worse. The guys came out with Mr. Vanderbilt and escorted us all to the open lab floor. They kept asking for some kind of stone and formula, but Vandy (that’s what we called Mr. Vanderbilt) wouldn’t tell them anything. I even started to wonder what they were talking about because I handled all documentation of everything that came and left the company. Hmmmm? So these bastards start to tear the place apart. Throwing all kinds of chemicals every which a way. This started a pandemic. Maybe they didn’t know, but we knew full well what would happen if some of those chemicals mixed. And mix they did. Fires and explosions started to break out all over the place. It was like a scene from a movie. Everyone running and screaming trying to get away. People falling trying to scramble away from fireballs flying across the lab floor. Alarms began to sound and lights started flashing. The sprinkler system activated, but to no avail. The chemicals overpowered the water.

                The men who had caused all of this had knocked Vandy out cold and everyone else who had been with me had run away. I couldn’t just leave Vandy though. It was like an obstacle course to get to him, lab counters and work desks, but someone had to do it. I looked around once more hoping and praying that it was someone else with more courage than I… There was no one. I had to go, and I had to go now. The buildings structure was beginning to collapse and if I didn’t act fast then both mine and Vandy’s fate was already sealed. So I ran for It. For the exit, that is. But unfortunately I was born with a conscious. I couldn’t leave him. Dammit. So I ran back as fast as I could before I lost the nerve to rescue him. I got to him and he had already came to. “Mr. Vanderbilt, come on. This place is about to blow!” I said frantically as I tried to help him up. He got up slowly with my assistance and said, “There’s an exit this way.” He directed me to an area I had never really paid attention to. There was a wall with a keypad on it. When we got to the wall I was soooo confused that I let him go. He fell towards the wall and reached out for me. I thought about it and reached for him again, knowing that he was weak. He looked at the keypad and typed in a number, “Eleven three sixteen. Remember this number. You’re going to need it again.” I barely paid attention because of the fire creeping slowly towards us. He was standing on his own now. The wall began to open up. “What the fuck is this?” Nick asked frightened.

                Vandy started talking about conspiracies and government cover ups and all kinds of things real quickly. And as more doors opened from within the wall I could see something like an elevator inside. It opened quickly as Vandy grabbed me by the arm. “It’s you. You are the one they were looking for. You are the formula. And in the end it will be up to you to change things…” Then he jerked me into the elevator. As he did the doors immediately closed. I looked through the glass at him gasping for air. Then I started to do the same. I couldn’t breathe. There was some sort… of…

Cough…

Haaachooo…

Cough, cough, cough…

I had never woken up on the wrong side of the bed before. But if I had to guess, this is how it feels. I woke up strapped to some type of hospital bed. I immediately panicked because there was no one around. Straight in front of me I could see through a window into another room. It seemed like an office in there and I seemed to have been the patient of a recent surgery. I struggled around in place a bit hoping to get free of the straps that held me down. But I couldn’t get free. This is bullcrap. How could I get free? I looked around to see if there was anything in the room that could help me get free. There! There was the doctors tools. Now all I had to do was get to them. Dammit. I rocked my body as much as possible and the bed began to move closer to the tray. I finally got right up on it and my two middle fingers on my left hand were just long enough to reach the table. I tapped and tapped until I got a good grip then I pulled it over to me. Once it was close enough to grab with my whole hand I tipped it over on the bed I was laying on. Everything fell, luckily onto the bed. So I grabbed the scalpel and