After deliberately causing the death of an eminent scientist one night, Eddie Colburn suddenly finds out – to his horror – that he is no longer in control of his own life.
A cold, dark, still night…not a soul to be seen. Perfect. No-one notices as Eddie slips into the shadows of the alleyway and heads for the concealed back entrance of the forbidding building known as Graywood Laboratories Incorporated. Looking up he notices that a light still burns brightly in the top, right-hand window as he had previously been informed. That meant naturally, that Professor Howard was working late again.
Inching into the doorway, it was only a matter of seconds before Eddie’s highly-skilled hands had masterfully picked open the lock, allowing him to gain access to the building’s grim interior. The security guards would be on their routine patrol by this time around the outer perimeter fence, which gave him approximately twenty-five minutes to do the job and get out. He grinned sadistically…this was going to be ‘easy money’.
Eddie crept stealthily through the elongated corridors of C-Block, his every step echoing resoundingly. His eyes peered through the eerie gloom until they registered the very thing he had been searching for. With a grim chuckle, he flicked out his hand and pressed the elevator call button. Soon the doors opened and he stepped inside quickly, pressed another button and within seconds he had reached his goal…the High-Risk Sector. Eddie slinked out of the elevator, punched the passwords “to be or Strontium b” (apparently an in-joke of the company employers) onto the keypad of the doors facing him – and he was in. So far so good. It didn’t take him long to locate the room he wanted. He pressed the button on the intercom built into the side of the door and presently, a voice crackled through the speaker.
“Yes? Who is it?”
Eddie pressed down the ‘play’ button on the dictaphone he carried and the tape played back it’s pre-recorded message through the intercom.
“It’s me, Darsbury! Professor Howard…I need to talk to you about tomorrow’s meeting – it’s important…”
There was a long pause. Eddie rewound the tape and retransmitted through the intercom, ” – it’s important…”
Within seconds a frustrated sigh crackled back through the speaker. “Very well, I’ll give you five minutes – then I have to get back to my work. Come in…”
There was a buzz followed by a clicking noise as the doors locking mechanism slid back giving Eddie access to the previously off-limits laboratory of Professor Howard. Upon entering, Eddie noticed that the Professor was standing with his back to him. He seemed greatly fascinated with something under a microscope.
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