This was probably the second most eventful day of his life but Derek
knew that he had to keep calm. Derek was not one of those calm people.
“What…the…HELL IS GOING ON!?” he blurted out. His last words
before the stock of an AR40 Conservative munitions rifle (CMR) came
crashing into his temple.
The white light wobbled like floating phosphorus. It danced around his
vision before dimming into a less intense but still bright light bulb. It
dangled carelessly above his head. Derek, regaining consciousness for
the first time in what seemed like ages saw nothing but that and the
cold stone beyond it. At least he could feel his arms and legs. They
haven’t dismembered him. This was good… so far. He shifted his near
frozen head stiffly to the side. A female in a white lab coat was sifting
through a file binder with her back turned towards him. Who uses a
file binder anymore? Derek knew that whoever captured him is not to
be messed with. He was sensible and wouldn’t dare attack them or try
to escape. He changed his mind when the female turned around with a
bone saw. Still, he was in no condition to run, at least he felt that way.
Derek knew that he didn’t want anything to do with that bone saw so
he did the only thing he could have in such a situation. “W-wait! I’m
alive! Don’t eviscerate me!” The surgeon looking female looked at him
with cold eyes. She was in her late twenties, probably been down here
for most of her life. Her sadistic, cruel expression changed when her
face suddenly lit up into a smile. Derek was now very scared and very
confused. The surgeon replied with a British accent “You’re awake.
Good. I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just that we didn’t want to take
any chances. Were the good guys. Wait here, let me call Carter.”
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