Monsters of new Earth

Maneuver

Evading the receptionist was a matter of formality. The lounge was structured in a manner that the doors which led into Emily's lab was facing away from the reception stand. As the assassin exited the elevator, he walked up to the reception desk. A number of people were in the lounge presumably waiting for a scientist to come out of one of the huge doors. No one paid him any attention.

"Hello, waiting to see Dr. Thomas", he said flashing his best smile. The girl nodded absentmindedly as she punched something into a computer.

He prayed that some stupid doctors name would be Thomas. He had made up the name at that instant. His prayer was answered when she replied.

"Wrong floor", she said and began giving him instructions on how to locate the imaginary Dr. Thomas. That was all he needed.

"Thank you", he replied and moved away. The girl barely looked up from her screen, apparently she was engrossed in some kind of movie playing on her phone. He was certain that she would not recognize his face. Not that it mattered anyway.

"Younglings", he thought. Always very vulnerable. He imagined her as an animal in the wild and concluded that she wouldn't last very long in a world full of hungry predators.

He moved swiftly to the door marked Dr. E. Turner and produced the passkey he had taken from the young boy who had directed him here. 

Another cub in the wild he mused.

He prayed the boy's passkey wouldn't require any extra verification. The door hissed open and he entered quickly, he turned around and pressed a button behind him. The doors began to close.

Another prayer answered.

The space from the entrance door to the main laboratory was surprisedly small. On either side was a door with big posters pasted just beside them. The assassin moved closer and observed them briefly. He smiled.

It was as if the host of angels were urging him on, showing him the way.

He reached for the pass and opened the door on the right. When the doors opened, it was as the poster outside had described. Laid out in neat rows on a shelf were protective coverings from head to toe. He picked one, tore its wrapper and began to dress himself in the attire. While he struggled with the clothing, he wondered if Emily was alone in the lab. If she was, how would she react to seeing him. 

There might even be a secret button that sent off an alarm if something was wrong or there was an emergency in one of the labs. He had to make sure that no alarm would be raised. The helmet which lay on top of one of the shelves answered the question for him. He glanced at his watch, it had been exactly 25mins since he had left his car and almost tangled with the guards outside the complex.

He could not afford to waste anymore time. He began to murmur a prayer as he exited the room and walked towards the main laboratory door.

"Our father, who art in heaven"

"How loweth be thy name....."

When the laboratory main doors opened, the assassin quickly scanned the room. No other person was in the room except Emily. At least no one was in sight. Could someone else be behind one of the two smaller doors on either side of the walls? He stepped into the lab.

"Thy kingdom come"

"Thy will be done on earth..."

The assassin could see Emily was on the other side of the laboratory peering into a microscope as he entered the lab. His brain measured the distance between them. 

"As it is in heaven"

"Give us this day, our daily bread.."

Emily was looking at the assassin now. He pointed to one of the doors.

“Forgot to shut down the chambers”, he heard himself say. His brain was reacting fast. The prey was already sensing the presence of the predator. The climax was drawing close.

He noticed her turning back to the microscope on her desk, as he feigned walking to one of the doors. He quickly rounded the long counter top that had separated them, and began walking towards her.

"And forgive us our trespasses"

"As we forgive those, who trespass against us..."

He snatched his helmet off as Emily turned around quickly and stared at him in horror.

She was staring into the face of death.