Genetic Children-Log 22 - Tired Mistakes are Sometimes Good.
More of a journal entry really its not big enough to call a chapter but I had a few extra minutes outside work today so I put in some Ideas that have been floating around I am still active, I just work wayyyyy too much. Sorry about the shortness again.
_Korm and Niel shuffled painfully down the darkened rail tunnel every few steps they had to stop for Niel to catch his breath. When they stopped, they both leant against the wall. Niel would groan heavily whenever they stopped or started from the pain in his ribs, Korm would sink to the ground and let his rage boil while quietly thinking to himself what he was going to do when they caught up to Wade.
It took them 2 hours to cover the few kilometers to the Lab entrance, Korm sat Niel down and typed in his code to gain access.
Twenty minutes later Korm was holding a phone talking to the Director.
"Yes sir, Niel broke his ribs and bruised his kidneys but the doc here says he will be back to normal in a few weeks." Following a moment of silence in the room, Korm replied to the Directors next question.
"I would like to know that too sir, how in the hell did he get an X-Rail into our system? And why can't you tell me where they too my wife? These tunnels are all tracked and they only lead to Labs in our system." Korm was steadily punching the table every few seconds.
"Two weeks from now Sir if they aren't found, me and Niel are leaving, and once we find Wade there will be nothing left of his operation, or anyone involved." Korm put the phone down and walked from the room.
He ended up in the mess hall, he got a meal and picked up his knife and fork and ate his meal. He went to bed shortly after, but in the way of all over tired people, instead of putting his knife back with his tray he put it in his pocket._
When Korm woke his mind fumbled for a few seconds as he tried to remember where he was. The darkness in the room slowly faded as his eyes adjusted, and he realized the something hard was digging into his hip. He moved his hand around in the leather cuff, and in the sweetest embrace of flesh to cold steel, his fingers brushed against a knife blade.