Dr. Harris was looking puzzled as he discussed with the guard who had contacted him about forty minuted ago.
"Wait, you haven't seen him? He went in about forty minutes ago"
Dr. Harris was becoming irritated, "I haven't seen anyone Philip". "A moment please", the guard said. He began barking orders into the device in his hands.
"Maybe he got lost somewhere, I've asked officer Hernandez to locate him, just be patient Dr.", the guard smiled. This Godforsaken complex that was built like a maze he wondered, even the architect who drew this design was bound to get lost.
The device on the guard's belt buzzed and he lifted it calmly."Any news?"
"Negative sir. Err should we search the security feed?", the officer on the other line inquired. Officer Philip was reluctant to blow a case of a missing scientist out of proportion.
He responded, "I don't think that will be necessary yet". Then an idea popped into his head. He walked to place Dr. Harris had moved to. He was talking with another scientist.
"Er sorry to interrupt, but have you tried calling him".
The other scientist began walking away and Philip waved her goodbye.
Dr Harris smiled and pulled out his phone. Damn these scientists officer Philip thought. Their brain somehow went dead when confronted with the simple things of life. This one had almost made him raise an unnecessary alarm that could have easily been avoided by a simple call.
Dr. Harris was putting the phone down as officer Philip looked at him.
"The phone is switched off", Dr. Harris said. It sounded weird. It had been over forty minutes since the man had walked through the security check, even if his phone had ran down, he could easily have powered it anywhere in the complex. It just didn't seem normal to him. A thought flashed through his head.
"Dr. Harris, do you have a picture of your friend, its nothing just want to be sure"
Dr. Harris was not pleased, he pulled out his phone again and began moving his fingers gingerly on the screen. Officer Philip waited, his body already feeling tense. Dr. Harris stopped moving his fingers and handed his phone to Philip. One look at the screen confirmed the already growing suspicion that had been building up steadily in him.
The man in the photo looked nothing like the man he had allowed to pass the security check fifty minutes ago.
"Oh, shit!".
The resulting pandemonium that followed, happened rapidly. Officer Philip ordered all exit shut down and placed the complex on red alert. My God, I hope this man is truly the person he claims to be, but even he knew he was lying to himself. Two officers who had just finished their shifts and was about to depart the complex caught his eyes."State of emergency boys", officer Philip called out as he hurried towards them. The two men looked puzzled."What you saying cap?"Officer Philip repeated himself, this time with a sense of urgency, "There's been a development boys, I need all hands on deck. A rouge has somehow found his way into the complex. I need all the hands I can get". The two men didn't seem too pleased to be giving up their sleep time. Philip did not care less."Dammit", he muttered and reached for his intercom. He had forgotten to ask officer Hernandez to begin checking the security feed. He blurted out a series of rapid instructions. "Yes cap", The person on the other
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