Page 64 of Feral Mates
A feeling of relief washed over me and I hurriedly shoved in the drive Carl had given me.
As soon as I brought up his files, I realized there was an anomaly. One file didn’t belong to him. Our tests had prefixes that identified quickly the scientists involved.
The number of a single file was out of sequence. Time stamped nine hours before.
“Fuck.” The moment I opened the file, one fear was confirmed.
The portal couldn’t be closed and the scientists with the heaviest security clearance, the country’s best, hadn’t been able to figure out why.
But there was more.
Tests run. Tests confirmed.
Lifeforms had escaped the facility.
And they’d been unable to do anything about it nor did they know the number that had.
Oh, my God. If word got out, there could be mass chaos. Maybe the news had already leaked, which was why the oversight committee had arrived unannounced. That made sense.
My thoughts on the explosion were the same.
Nothing but a diversion.
Something else caught my attention. It was a single document. The title? Mice Will Play. My hand shaking, I opened the file. It was a letter from Carl.
Savannah,
If you’re reading this then there’s a good chance Dr. Blackwell will have discovered evidence of duplicated files. I’ve been keeping a close eye on the project. I had concerns weeks ago. I’m sorry I didn’t confide in you, but I was worried for your safety. You’ll understand after you look at the files.
Just know this. Your assumptions were correct. There are things going on in the laboratory that Dr. Blackwell and his team do not want other scientists, the government oversight committee, or the public to know. He’s playing God, altering DNA in samples of living, breathing animals while introducing new lifeforms, infusing their energy. It’s a complicated process that he’s close to perfecting.
I managed to take a couple of files. Not enough to lay out his plans in detail, but hopefully enough to draw attention and perhaps stop the terrible experiments. You’ll know what to do with them.
Be careful, Savannah. Dr. Blackwell will stop at nothing to continue his experiments.
Carl
His words were chilling.
After that, I opened every file, quickly going through the formulas and documents. What he’d managed to copy was definitely enough to cause concern if not more. The experimentswere horrific. I moved quickly, trying to piece things together, hoping and praying that what I was doing would matter.
I needed to ensure the safety of the documentation. For the future. For our lives.
At least thirty minutes had passed, maybe longer. Time suddenly held no meaning. While what Carl had been working on was more advanced than what I’d been assigned, I wasn’t entirely certain how to use the information to expose Dr. Blackwell. Yet, I had a feeling if all the components were put together, the smoking gun would turn into a bomb.
A flash out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I quickly glanced toward the window. There stood the lovely deer we’d seen before. I was certain she was the same one. She was so close to the window I could almost reach out and touch her.
Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones.
I got up, moving very slowly toward her.
“What is it?” As if she could understand me.
But somehow, I knew she did.
First, she provided a head nod downward, once again looking into my eyes.
Then she threw her head over her shoulder to the forest located right behind my parents’ house. The natural habitat was undisturbed, which was the reason there were so many tame deer on the property.
