Ghost from the Past

[nigelgriffin]

The Cabal facility looked to all the world like any run of the mill pharmaceutics testing laboratory. The pristine labs and manufacturing levels all fitting well within the FDAs strict regulated structures, but the levels below were where the real work was being done. From the word on the street, they had cracked the enigma of human cloning and

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[lifewithoutrest]

Helen waited quietly, pressed against the wall. Following recent intel, she was determined to find out precisely what the Cabal was so intent on hiding that had her informants talking. As the well-kept labs gave way to the lower levels of the building, she knew she was getting closer to the answer she sought.

[nigelgriffin]

Service personnel were thinning as the night shift came on and the majority of the scientists went home. Two scientist chatted as headed for the lift, the one complaining about the problems the less than cooperative 'product' on level three she was working with. Samples had been gathered, but it had tried to slip out--again. Made a mess over the floor until they got it cornered, patched up and shoved back into its cell, all very irritating.

[lifewithoutrest]

She listened quietly, waiting until the lift doors closed before cautiously making her way toward the stairs. It seemed level three was where she wanted to go. Glancing down the hall one final time, she continued toward her goal.

[nigelgriffin]

The security on Level 3 was slightly higher than the other levels. A central reception area stood off to the side of the lift where scientist were to log in and recieve their badges for access to this level. Doors ringed the floor, with treatment and study areas in the center encased in glass for other to observe what was going on inside.

Soft sounds filtered through the locked doors. Sounds of pain and fear. The harsh smell of antiseptic permeated the corridors. Each door was locked with a key card.

A central computer kiosk dominated the center of the reception area where the scientist was to register and log in to receive their key card for the subject they wished to study.

A young man of dubious reputation, but reliable information had clued Helen into this place and provided both the access code to the computer and a key card. It should work, provided they had not changed the codes since the young man's departure. His information was usually reliable, for a fee and the fee for this information had not been cheap.