Chapter 2895 Split My Poor Little Pussy:>57
- I shivered thinking that my family or those close to me might become the target of said group or organization. There was only one thing to do. The next time the Warden and I were in the same room I would find out who he really worked for. I didn't have long to wait. Kelly took me to the only lab within the facility. I learned later that it was a very recent addition. They took one of the few free rooms that were large enough to handle anything from DNA to a scanning electron microscope. Nothing was sent outside it was all done in house. It being a Black Site that made perfect sense since officially this place didn't really exist. The land was under the management of one government agency while the facility drew its budget from money set aside for Black Ops and carried a security clearance of ultraviolet. That is ten ranks above the classification of secret. The only reason I was here is that I carried that very clearance because of my work with the President and the Pentagon.
- The lab ran smoothly and the technicians working the machinery were former Numenor employees recruited just like Kelly. He had been my first boss and had the ear of the fearsome four. Nick was just one of the founders of Numenor. The other three were all brilliant in their own fields but preferred a more subdued exposure to the public. I think Nick liked the feel of all those eyes on him. We had that in common. I pulled up the results that were available so far via the A.I. acting as support for the techs. There wasn't much even with cutting edge technology. It wasn't like on TV where they had DNA results half an hour later. It took time as well as discipline and skill to gather forensic material. One thing was confirmed when the adrenaline level in the urine was measured. The prisoner had been terrified when he vanished. Whatever had happened he hadn't been a part of it.
- "Has the Warden been informed of the adrenaline level?"