by GoozX
The sound of a buzzer cut the silence that had filled the air between Dr. Quantos and Edulcore Cicciotto.
"Henry, I require your assistance for one moment."
"If you would excuse me for a moment, Mr. Cicciotto."
Dr. Quantos exited, locking the door behind him. He walked down a long hallway before reaching the office of his boss. After entering, he sat at a computer. The figure of a woman could be seen in the shadows only feet away from him. On the computer screen was Agent Turner of the MCCA.
"Ms. X, as I was saying earlier, your interference in the current state of events will be noted and recorded. This could very well be considered an 'act of war' against the United States."
The woman whispered to Dr. Quantos, "I want to know the exact location of the transmission." She then pressed a button on the control panel and spoke. "Agent Turner, there seems to be a misunderstanding..."
Nearby, Edulcore sat alone in the steel room, trying to figure out just what is happening. He looked at pictures of a younger version of himself, his son, in a way. Alpha Class? Could it be true?
A blue light materialized only feet from him, a hologram of a man dressed in a sleek black suit and wearing tinted black sunglasses.
"Mr. Edulcore Cicciotto, my time here is short, so I will get straight to the point. I am Agent Turner of the MCCA. Malvan-X is only telling you what they want you to know, half-truths at best. They can't be trusted."
"Really? Well, then why are you after me?"
"You need help, ASAP. You are of Alpha Class and growing even more powerful by the day. Mr. Cicciotto, I am sorry to be the one to inform you of this, but you are a walking time bomb. If you do not receive help within twenty-four to forty-eight hours, your body could have a chemical reaction, one powerful enough to take out a small country. You would also be killed."
"What? No. It cannot be possible."
"We are afraid that Malvan-X and the Mandelovia Security and Intelligence Agency are planning to use you in a terrorist strike over America's scientific district, located out west, just outside Nevada. The strike... would... kill... millions. I am... sorry. We... are... losing... signal. I will... contact... you... in... two..."
With a small buzzing sound, the hologram was gone. Edulcore Cicciotto was once again alone. Now he began to wonder: if this place was really as open for him to leave when he pleased, then why was the door locked? Could Agent Turner be telling the truth?
Nearby, the transmission between Agent Turner and Ms. X had just ended. "No exact location, sorry," said Dr. Quantos. "Somewhere in Washington, D.C., I believe. Also, the transmission was not live. A recording."
"Thank you, Doctor. Now, get back to our patient before he decides to run off."