"That little bitch!" "This is all your fault, Peter! If you had just terminated the experiment when you first realized your hypothesis would not come to fruition; I wouldn't be walking around the neighborhood at 4:00a.m. in the morning!"
"Shut up Sue-Ann! Maybe if you hadn't used her as your personal punching bag her whole life, she wouldn't have felt the need to run away."
Peter and Sue-Ann Winspere glared at each other as they tried to figure out where the multi-million dollar project could have possibly gone. It may have lived with them for the last seventeen years, but it wasn't their property. If its rightful owners found out about this they would be screwed. Sue-Ann rolled her eyes, turned around, and stomped towards the house.
"I'm not doing this shit anymore! It probably went to one of its little friends' house. It'll be back later. When it returns, you need to call Cassidy immediately and have them move up the termination order. I want it gone by the end of the day." Sue-Ann pursed her lips and walked off in a huff leaving her husband of 21 years behind with a look of bewilderment on his face.
Peter knew that his wife wasn't a devoted believer in the work that he did for P.O.A.H (Protection Of All Humans). However, he was genuinely taken aback at how dismissive his wife was of the child she had birthed, clothed, and fed for 17 years.
He was not keen on the child either but he had reservations about terminating her After all, she was still a living being. Failed experiment or not.
Hours had passed, and, there still was no sign of Nicolette. One of her little friends had even stopped by to check in on her because she hadn't answered her texts or calls all day. Sue-Ann told her some story and sent her away promising to have Nicolette contact her soon. She was nonchalant about the whole situation but the later it got the more worried I became. We had to find her!
It was 7:00p.m. that night when I finally worked up the nerve to call to my supervisor. In a matter of minutes our home was swarmed with P.O.A.H agents. It made me wonder if they had us under surveillance. I quickly dismissed the idea as I watched them began a systematic search, through my home, for their prototype.
It only took the team 15 minutes to discover that Nicolette had gotten on a train to Chicago around 8:00a.m. that morning.
Fear fluttered in the pit of my stomach as a message was delivered from headquarters. We had two choices: either we found Nicolette, and quickly, or face certain death at the hands of the organization. Sue-Ann and I locked eyes, both of us thinking the same thing. "This was beyond bad!"