Chapter 347: Ghosts (4)

Ruka POV

'Silent Steps'. That's the so-called power that Perseus assigned to me, to explain it in simple terms, I can temporarily move around or perform actions without any sound. While his is 'Lie Detector', which, simple enough, he can detect lies.

I'm definitely good enough to move around stealthily and not make sounds if I use my more versatile power as a rose and have the rose petals secretly absorb all sounds I make. We're both in this yellow-class mutant variety and are assigned to guard one of the bottom floors.

The profiles we have set up are impressive, Perseus is now Jackson Kane Rogers while my name is Jillian Susan Rogers. Both of us are former assassins working for some government of a country whose name I have forgotten already.

Our job was to start tomorrow as they have been lacking numbers lately, and we were then to wear these suits of armor, or what Perseus calls high-tech armor with these helmets and all these fancy AR technological beeping things.

It's all new to me, but the staff who brought us here saw through that and reassured me that these armor are not available anywhere else and we will soon be taught how to use them from the very basics.

We were then brought to our room and were told that we would not be guided through the facility for security purposes, all we needed to know were the breakroom, the restroom, the cafeteria, and our shared room.

Usually, males and females are not allowed to be in the same room, but since we're supposedly twins, we were fine.

"This place gives me the creeps," I whispered as I put on a soundproof barrier under Perseus' veil of illusion which would show the security camera that we were sleeping, "I already saw illegal experimentation on the way here, both animal and human trials."

Perseus then took this device mom gave and he used them to detect the hidden cameras, we found 4 in our room, none in our shared bathrooms, luckily.

"I know what you mean," he replayed and tucked the device away, "But we have to keep our focus. The more we learn, the closer we get to shutting this place down. There are 40 secret floors and we're at the 35th, and that means 35th from the lowest floor."

*****

A red-class project...it's quite disgusting that people here that the researchers here refer to people and animals as either projects or specimens, but mostly they are referred to as projects.

The next day, we were called to guard this orange-class person who had a certain level of regenerative skills, and in the room, there were also some animals in cages who apparently had the same skills as them.

Since they can't copy the powers, they are instead, using the blood of these people and using them to make medicine to heal people.

I glanced at the sterile equipment lining the shelves, each piece a potential instrument of suffering. They were used to get the blood out or force their bodies to produce more blood, quite disgusting.

The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. My fingers twitched with the urge to reach out, to touch the secrets that lay hidden within those vials and machines. But I couldn't afford to lose focus.

If I show sympathy...I could get in trouble. My disguise will fall. No wonder he brought me here for this, Maple or Mom would definitely have their sympathy shown easily.

As I moved around the room, my gaze fell on a series of cages lined against one wall. Each held a creature, some familiar, some grotesquely distorted by the experiments they had endured. I could barely handle the sight of their vacant eyes, a silent plea for escape that echoed in the depths of my mind.

Perseus really downplayed all of this, I could actually vomit if I saw the more disgusting 'projects'. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to confront the reality of the situation. These innocent beings were victims of a relentless pursuit of power and knowledge.

The more recognizable one was a deer of sorts, it looked like a patchwork of scars and suffering as regarded me with a mix of fear and desperation as it backed away and whimpered as if it was begging me to end its pain.

The researchers came back and had us guard the door outside where we don't have to see what's going on, I could peek into the room, but I chose not to.

*****

Later that night, as Perseus kept the illusion of us sleeping in our room, we snuck outside and Perseus made us look invisible as we were sneaking around. We then followed the highest-ranking scientist on the floor and went with him into his room.

He opened the door and we quickly followed behind as the door quickly closed behind us. His room is much bigger than ours and it even has its own living room and everything, though the living room table is filled with these tablets and printed photographs.

There were a couple of documents on the table as well.

The photographs of innocent animals subjected to grotesque modifications, their pain evident in their eyes. Videos documenting the torment of human subjects, their faces twisted in agony.

I then heard some screaming noises from his bedroom, and we headed there. And as we were in front of the door...well, it wasn't closed and we could see inside, that inside was him having his way with a woman, but the screaming noise wasn't from her...it was from a tablet nearby...and the screaming was the noises of those suffering in the project.

He...is getting off to these people's suffering...I can't even...I turned to Perseus who just used this...um, modified USB thing and hacked the nearby electronic devices and took out this camera and took pictures of the evidence.

Since the door will record itself every time it opens or closes, we have to get this guy to open the door. Perseus pounded the door really hard once and the guy then came with a shirt and a towel around his waist to open the door and we left.

"Damn it, probably one of the circuits explodes again, I'll check it in the morning," he said before closing it and we left.

"Can't we just use the shadows?" I asked

"Just in case they got magic or shadow sensors or whatever after our last attack." Perseus replied, "My illusions are our easiest way to escape for now."

"Did you leave some poison in his house at least?"

"Of course, I rubbed some poison onto the eggs in his fridge, it'll sink into his skin and kill him in the morning, the woman will be a suspect due to the hidden cameras catching them having their fun."

"Thank you."