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Secrets pt 3

I stood there slightly dumbfounded and terrified.

…these people are nuts…

“What kind of mishaps?”

“Well, some of our test subjects have either died from heart failure, their internal organs deteriorating, or they became mentally unstable and killed themselves by bashing their heads on the floors or walls.” Replied Adam in a jumpy tone as if he didn’t care.

I stayed silent.

“Well I guess we should be off! Oh, and Brandy, the vials, Chase is getting them.” said Adam breaking the silence.

“Yeah I know he called me earlier. He will just meet us at the island.” Brandy replied.

The pilot came out of the jet indicating that he was ready to take off. Everyone proceeded toward the jet and boarded. I had never been in a private jet before. It was, well, awesome, besides the fact that I was being held captive and on my way to being a test subject.

“Would you like to listen to music?” Adam asked offering me headphones.

“Um, sure why not? And why are you being so nice to me?”

“Your life is soon to be a living hell.” He replied as I took the headphones.

I listened to the music that they had and soon fell asleep. Several hours later I woke up with the plane jolting; we were landing. My stomach got into knots thinking of how my life would be ended here on this island. There didn’t seem to be anything here except this small landing strip and a tiny building.

“It’s all underground.” Adam replied as if reading my mind. “People who have access to satellites would be able to see our project if it was above ground.”

“Well yes but they have heat and depression readings on them too, so any rooms you have under this ground they will be able to see.” I replied proud of myself for knowing such information.

“Smart girl, but you see the ground you are standing on is only 20 feet thick. Below that there is a special lining of a newfound material that will hide any heat and make the depression sensors think that they are looking past 20 feet but really they stop at the 20 foot mark making us invisible.” Adam replied.

“Smart a**…”

Adam chuckled.

We approached the building and entered. There was just one woman sitting at a desk who noticed our presence and peered up. Everyone then took out a card and placed it on what looked like a mouse pad. The “mouse pad” then lit up and seemed to scan the cards. On the computer screen in front of the woman appeared the names and faces of our group.

“Who is she?” The woman asked looking at me with cold eyes.

“She is with me.” Replied Adam.

“Alright all clear.” The woman behind the desk said lazily.

The floor behind her began to open up and light shown up through the floor. The few other men and women in the group proceeded toward the hole in the floor and while I was being dragged by Adam. The stairs leading down were slightly steep. As we all got to the bottom of the stairs and huddled around a door, Adam stepped up and placed his hand on a scanner. A computer voice then came out of the speaker above the scanner.

“Accepted, welcome Adam Hemmingway.”

“Hey your last name is the same as that writer.” I said recognizing the name.

“I have an extra “m” in my name.” Adam said sternly becoming tense as the doors opened.
TO BE CONTINUED