“Sir,” a small petite woman with bleached blond hair said, as she turned back, “Did we have authorized additions today?”
A tall man in a lab coat came over and punched a few buttons on the console. He had dark hair with a few distinguished graying strands. His face on the other hand hardly betrayed his age, as did most humans. Youth was a matter of wealth, and he made spades as the top scientist at the maximum prison known as Pandemonium. His name tag read ‘D. Yamat’ and it was rounded at the edges from use.
He took a sip of his coffee as he scrolled down through the dates until he came to April 19, 2189. He punched the date in and a short list of names appeared. He glanced through them; three men, one woman and a young girl. Each had committed murder to some degree.
“Looks like we have five new additions today,” he said looking at their faces only briefly before reading what they did, “Why do you ask?”
“The woman, sir,” she said tapping her acrylic nails on the screen, “The Watchers were after her for leaving her corridor.”
“That isn’t all that unusual,” he said reaching into his coat pocket for a sugar cube, addictive little things that they were, “The Watchers are just doing their job.”
“Yes sir,” she said glancing back at him, “But she went through a mirror.”
That got his attention as he set his coffee down to come closer to her, “That’s impossible.”
“I am telling you sir,” she said pointing at the screen, “The woman in cell 107B has passed through two mirrors and doesn’t appear to be slowing down.”
“Watchers can’t even pass through the mirrors they are for staff only,” he said rubbing the stubble on his chin, “Call medical and make sure she was implanted upon entry.”
“Yes sir,” she said tapping the side of her head, “This is Othella from Scientific Monitoring, I need to inquire about a new addition. Yes, I understand, I will hold.”
“What’s going on?” He said leaning forward.
“They are doing a medical workup today and most of the staff is out of range,” Othella said with a happy smile, “Hamlet said he would be with me in a moment or two.”
He nodded and tapped his nails on the top of the console, “How are things with Hamlet?”
“He might get promoted soon,” she said with a little sigh, “We all know what that means.”
“He might not leave,” the man said patting her on her shoulder.
“Oh yes, I am still here,” Othella said rolling her eyes, “We wanted to inquire about the woman in cell 107B. We wanted to make sure she was implanted upon entry.”
She nodded as she took notes on her touch screen keyboard. He stood leaning over her shoulder to see what she was typing. Medical’s records showed that she was implanted upon entry. The implant took without trouble and she was hooked into the mainframe at 0600 hours.
“Thanks, I’ll see you at dinner,” Othella said hanging up by clicking the side of her head again.
He glanced at the clock, “She has only been in there for half an hour.”
“27 minutes to be precise,” she said in that same chipper tone.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” he said rubbing his chin again, “Find out where she is and send the Hunters after her.”
Chapter Three: http://wp.me/P3LyhT-1b