CASE: 1026-81

CASE NOTES

2011-12-05T12:48:00.000-05:00

1Here is the story of Jeremy Colin. A seemingly ordinary man placed into extraordinary circumstances. This collection is an on-going record of his process. The retelling of the experience has be transcribed in story format as to give the reader a better understanding of Jeremy's point of view and to take the clinical feel away from the reports.

Case Note 1 - The Situation at Hand
Case Note 2 - Two Sides To A Story
Case Note 3 - The Crack In The Plan
Case Note 4 - Or Are You Happy To See Me?
Case Note 5 - Just Another Mouse In The Wall
Case Note 6 - Sly Like A Fox
Case Note 7 - I SeE YoU...
7.5 - Sonya's Choice
Case Note 8 - Not Like The Movies
8.5 - Letter To Jeremy
Case Note 9 - Stairway To Truth
Case Note 10 - Sins of the Fathers
Case Note 11 - Toy Soldiers

CASE NOTE 10: Sins of the Fathers

2010-01-26T19:18:00.002-05:00

"My father?" asked Jeremy.

He hadn't heard anything from his father in 20 years and then suddenly within three weeks, he'd heard of him in some form or fashion. Twice.

"Yes," Sonya replied, "your father had a big hand in these operations at one time. My own father used to work here, in a different department, but when I was about 7 or so, he stopped bringing me to work with him. He told me things here were getting very busy and he didn't want me to be in the way.
During the time I was allowed to visit, I would often go up to your father's lab. I didn't know he even had a family at the time. He never spoke of you or your mother. He never had pictures like the others did or drawings. Nothing."

Jeremy thought back to the art he gave his father to take with him to work and wondered what he had done with them all.

Sonya continued. "Right around the time my father told me I couldn't go back to work with him, I had gone to your father's lab to see what he was working on. He would usually greet me with a smile, tussle my hair, and say 'Sony, how does it fair?' but this time he just stayed bent over his desk working. I walked up to him and cleared my throat. When he looked up, I wished I had never disturbed him.
His eyes had this glaze. He seemed like he wasn't there, which was silly since I was looking right at him, but his face...his face just seemed devoid of thought. Of emotion. Then he stepped toward me while placing his hand into his labcoat pocket. When he took it out, there was a syringe. It was full of some sort of light green translucent liquid."
Sonya visibly shivered as she recalled.
"He didn't say one word to me. I was so confused that I didn't think to run. I mean why would I? He had never been like that before. I remember being scared not just for me, but for him as well.
Then he grabbed my arm. He raised the other arm with the needle high above my head and just when I though he was going to inject me, he stopped."
She paused for a minute and seemed to be trying to sat composed. Then she continued.
"His eyes cleared then he seemed to shake his head clear. He looked down at me with this expression that was almost a combination of confusion and horror.
I remember asking him if he was okay. I was still in shock as I'm sure he was as well. He looked away from me and then brought both his arms down.
When he looked back at me, he had a smile on his face. The smile I knew.
Then he said 'Sony, how does it fair? Did you like my mad scientist impression? Scary right?' I nodded my head. I still wasn't sure what to think.
The last thing your father ever said to me was 'Now don't tell your father what happened, or you'll spoil the surprise. He won't be scared when I play the trick on him. Now go on Sony...I have work to do.'
He tussled my hair and turned back to his desk. I turned to go. When I got to the doorway, I turned around. Your father was standing in front of his desk with his head down. His shoulders were slumped like a man who had no hope. Both his hands were covering his face. That image still haunts me sometimes. It wasn't until I was older that I realized he was crying."

Sonya wiped the tears from her face. Jeremy had been so engages in her story, that he hadn't even noticed. He found himself reaching out to touch her face. He wiped away a tear.

"Sonya," he began, "in all those years before he left, I had never seen my father cry. He was always happy. He always had a joke or a word of wisdom when I was feeling bad. If my father was crying after what he almost did..."
Jeremy's voice trailed off. He remembered in his father's letter a mention of a little girl around his age having something to do with him being sick, with him leaving. Could she be the girl his father was referring to? The one he turned his back on the organization for? From the sound of Sonya's story, she just might be.

Jeremy cleared his throat. "What did my father try to do to you?" he asked. "Did you ever find out?"
"No," she replied. "My father never gave me an explanation as to why I couldn't come back. I never told him what happened in the lab that day, but I am sure he had good reason for me not to come here. He never spoke of your father or his work after that. Life went on. Then when I graduated from college, I received a letter from the organization stating I had been hired as an employee in the Research and Development Department."
"How did your dad feel about that? " asked Jeremy.
"I wouldn't know," said Sonya. "My father passed away while I was in high school."
Jeremy looked at Sonya with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Sometimes I wished my father were dead. " He said. "It would have been easier to know he was dead than to wonder what happened all these years. To find out everything you thought was a lie or at least not the whole truth." He shook his head slowly. "I don't understand what my father did here. I don't understand what happened to him, but I know he was a good man. He even tried to keep you from getting hurt. He wouldn't do what ever it was they wanted done to you. He even ran away to protect you. He left me and my mother..."
Jeremy stopped talking.
He didn't know if he had said too much already. He was beginning to piece together a picture, vague though it was, of what may have happened to cause his father to leave everything behind, and in the center of this...

was Sonya.

© 2009 by Laira Reid

8.5 - Letter To Jeremy

2010-01-23T07:30:00.003-05:00

Jeremy thought back some. He thought back to before waking up in the room with the mirror. He thought back to when he lived with his mother and father. When was the last time they had all been together? He couldn't remember. Hid father had taken a turn for the worst in the few weeks proceeding his descion to leave.

"Why am I thinking about him at a time like this?" Jeremy wondered.

His mind took him to the first moment he and his mother knew something wasn't right. His father had been sitting in the kitchen when Jeremy came downstairs for dinner. He had finished his homework and wanted to show his father what he had done before they ate. He stopped dead in his tracks at the doorway to the kitchen.

What made him stop was the scene in front of him.

Jeremy's mother was standing beside his father, panbin her hand, with a look of confusion and concern. She was looking at his father sitting at the table with his fork in his hand, but the curiousity was the fact that his hand was poised in the air as though he was going to eat and then stopped. In fact, his whole body was in the pose of someone getting ready to eat and then freezing.

"Mom?" Jeremy asked. "Mom, what's wrong with Pop?"

Jeremy's mother looked at him and said, "Honey, I don't know. I-I went to give him more pasta. He was telling me he wanted to get up early tomorrow...then he just stopped."

She backed away from his father and placed to pan back on the stove. She then rushed back over to him and began to shake his shoulder.

"Baby...Baby...What's wrong? Talk to me...!" Her voice had begun to raise in pitch and she began to shake him harder.

"...so I can make sure I have enough energy." said Jeremy's father. He looked up at Jeremy's mother and said, "Why in the world are you shaking me? Now my food is all over my lap instead of in my mouth where it should be."

That was the beginning of his father's decline. He had begun to get worse until one day after work, he briefly explained while packing that things had gotten better. That something at his job had caused him to get sick and he had found a way to get better, he needed to leave in order to accomplish this. Jeremy was 9 by then and thought his father would only be gone for a few weeks.

He never came back.

The only sign he ever had from his father that he may still be alive was a letter he received a few weeks before all this happened. It was a blank envelope with only "Jem" printed on the front. His father used to call him that during his better days.

Jeremy opened the letter and inside there was a note with word "Electroshock" at the top of the page. Under that there was a set of numbers that looked like some type of units of measurement. He did not find out until later that they were a measurement for electricity.

The rest of the letter read:

Son. After all these years I could not reach you. I could not contact you. I was in fear of what would become of you and your mother. I am only sorry I was not able to reach out to her before she passed away.

I hope you are well and I am proud of you. I have been checking in on you occassionally to see how you are, and am pleased you have been doing so well for yourself. I thank your mother for all she has put into you dispite the odds.

I will now get to the matter at hand. I am better. I have found a way to reverse what was done to me. I never did tell you what my job was. You were so young, you wouldn't have understood. There were things I had to do that I doubt you would have looked at me the same way had I have told you.

Before I began to get sick, there were some descisions I made that did not please my superiors. I could not do what they asked me to this time. I could not see the reason. I could not see the benefit. She was only a little girl not much older than you were at the time.

As a result, I was made into whet you saw. I never remembered the blackouts. I only remember the expressions on people's faces as it became progressively worse. I only remember how you and your mother treated me. I do not blame you. I can only imagine your grief and pain. In my lucid moments I contemplated what was happening and upon researching more I discovered what was done to me. I promptly gathered my things and left. Where I went, I stil cannot tell you. All that is important is that they have not found me. They do not know that their weapon can be broken. I know that nothing I can say will bring back the years taken from you and your mother. I only hope that you will grow to understand what I needed to do to keep you an your mother safe.

There may still be people looking for me, which is why it is of utmost importance you never tell anyone about this correspondence.

I love you son.

Always,
Jonathan

Caes Note 9 - Stairway To Truth

2010-01-23T07:12:00.002-05:00

Jeremy was confused. He couldn't understand what was going on.
"Wait!" he yelled. "Whats going on here? One minute you are trying to keep me here, the next...now your trying to get me out?"

Sonya stopped and turned back toward him. "Look," she said, "I know you need to know what's going on. I know this is confusing, but if we don't leave right now..."

Her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence. Jeremy looked at her and was going to ask what was wrong when he realized she wasn't looking at him. She was looking passed him. Jeremy turned around quickly to see what was there and was surprised to see nothing. "Sonya. What is it?" he asked.
Sonya just continued to stare down the hallway. Jeremy took her shoulders in is hands and gave her a slight shake.

"Snap out of it Sonya! HEY!" yelled Jeremy.

He was starting to feel a wave of panic wash over him and just when he was about to give her a little more than a slight shake, more like a rattle, she started talking again.

"...we'll both be in more trouble than you could imagine." Sonya stopped speaking again, but this time she was looking at Jeremy and the strange look on his face.
"Why are you looking at me that way Mr. Colin?" she said.
Jeremy started to speak, then stopped. He started again and then stopped. Finally he said, "Something is wrong."
Sonya was confused. "Yes, there is something wrong. We are still standing here talking when I need to get you out of here before they change all of the access codes to the security protocols. Once they do that, I am of no use to you."
Jeremy continued to stare at her. "That's not what I meant," he said. "Just now, while you were talking to me, you stopped in mid-sentence. Then, just like that, you were taking again. I think you even continued right where you left off!"

Sonya's face began to change from one of exasperation to one of fear. "What do you mean? Tell me exactly what you saw me do!" she yelled. Jeremy had never heard her raise her voice, even in the room with the mirror. He didn't know what to make of it, but it couldn't be good. "Well," he began, " you were telling me about having to go, then you slowly stopped talking. I tried to snap you out of it, but you had this spacey look in your eyes. It felt like you were here, but not at the same time...then you just started taking again..."
Sonya started to shake her head from side to side slowly. "I can't believe it." she muttered. "I can't believe these bastards did this to me." "Did what?" Jeremy asked. "I don't have time," said Sonya. " If I don't get you away from here soon...Listen, I need you to promise me something."
Jeremy didn't like where this seemed to be going. He'd seem one too many movies turn out bad with lines like that, but he nodded his head anyway. Sonya looked at Jeremy with a cold dead stare. "If it happens again, promise you will run. I mean it Mr. Colin. If I do what you just saw me do, promise me will run and not look back." Jeremy was at a loss for words. With everything that had been happening to him, this was yet another in a long list of confusion.

"I'm serious!" Sonya shouted. "Before we move forward, I need to know I can trust you to do that!" She may have still been able to show a strong exterior, but Jeremy could see how frantic she was. He could hear it in her voice. So he agreed.

"Yes," he stated simply.

Sonya took a deep breath and continued forward down the corridor. She knew her time was running out and she needed to find a safe place to take Jeremy.

As they began walking quickly down the hall, Jeremy thought about what he had agreed to. Leave Sonya behind? Could he really do that? How was he supposed to find a way out if he left the only person he knew? These questions and more floated around in his head as she led him.

Sonya turned left down the corridor and and stopped in front of one of the doors. Above the frame was a blue blinking light. She waited until the light went out and turned the handle.
"Hurry," she whispered and motioned for Jeremy to step through the door. She closed the door behind them just as the light glowed blue again. Jeremy looked around. They were standing in a stairwell. He walked toward the railing and looked down. There seemed to be countless floors below them. He turned his head and looked up. There were also several flights above them. He wondered what kind of place would need that many floors. Especially when the only people he had seen so far were that fellow Tom and Sonya. He turned away from the railing to look at her. She seemed to be looking at a device in her hand. It was about 4 inches long and 2 inches wide. The screen was glowing white and he couldn't quite make out what was on it. He could here her mumbling something to herself. He couldn't hear, so he moved closer.

"...since I was a child, and now this." she muttered. "I never once was disloyal. I never once disobeyed. I followed orders. They had no reason not to trust me." She pressed areas of the touchscreen as she spoke. With each press there seemed to be a clicking sound from the upper levels and lower levels. Jeremy was curious.

"What exactly are you doing?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just...nevermind.” She paused. “I'm locking several of the doors to this stairwell. Specifically the ones the Sentinels are on." she replied.
"Sentinels?" asked Jeremy.
Sonya sighed as she continued to lock the doors.

"Mr. Colin. This organization does many things, from weapons to better tasting toothpaste. The Sentinels are more along the lines of weapons. They are part of a project a special group of researchers were working on about 20 years ago. After extensive testing, it was realized that they were only useful as drones. At this point in time they basically get programmed to do assignments and are then reprogrammed for the next. Over and over again until their bodies run out. The project itself has never gotten any further than that. The chief supervisor in charge left suddenly after being taken ill." She looked up from her device and stared off as though remembering a moment in time.

"Uh, Sonya?" said Jeremy in a low voice.
"I'm fine," she replied. "I was just thinking about something. Something that happened a long time ago." She went back to pressing the device. A few more clicks were heard in the stairway.

"Okay. Now that that's done, we need to get you out of here." said Sonya.
She began to walk down the stairs. Jeremy followed close behind. He was not trying to be left alone in this place. Sentinels? Programming projects? Black outs? Toothpaste? What in the world had he been dragged into and why?
"Sonya," said Jeremy after a few flights, "you never did tell me why I was brought here."
He could see her sigh visibly, even from behind. "No, I suppose I haven't," she replied.
"Well?" asked Jeremy.
"Well I guess this is as good a time as any. Mind you, I don't know the whole story. Some of this happened before I was employed here." she said.
"Okay," said Jeremy.

Sonya stopped as they reached the fifth or sixth landing in the winding staircase. At this point he couldn't tell. He only know they had been walking down for quite awhile.
Sonya turned to Jeremy with a look in her eyes that made him feel as though he was going to hear something he may regret.

“Mr. Colin,” she began, “I want you to keep in mind that I never knew until a day ago what you meant to this organization. I didn't know what they planned on doing. I was given orders, and like any other mission they have given me, I carried it out. If I had have know what their intentions were, believe me, I would have done this a long time ago. It wasn't until a few hours ago, after speaking with one of my superiors, that I realized I had been misled all this time. Maybe I can make up for some of the things I have done to these people in the name of progress and human benefit.” Her voice had begun to take on a slightly chocked tone. She was doing her best not to let the anger she was feeling come out, but it was proving to be difficult. “These people I work for. The ones I thought knew what was best for the world, for our country. They have deceived me the whole way through, but they have done little damage to me in comparison to what they have done to your family.”
Jeremy eyes squinted as he asked, “What do you know about my family? What do you mean by that?”
Sonya's eyes turned toward the floor. She shook her head slowly from side to side.
“I wish I would have known then what I know now,” she whispered.
“What? What do you know? What are you talking about?” Jeremy asked. “What do you know about my family?!”

Jeremy had a flash to two funerals. His mother had passed away not to long ago. He stood at the foot of her grave and promised he would find out what happened to her. Find out why the doctors didn't do their job and find a way to make her better.

The second flash was of his father. They buried him 10 years ago No one ever knew what had happened to his father. Jeremy's father had packed his clothes one day 20 years ago and was never seen again. What Jeremy and his mother buried was an empty casket.
It wasn't until a few weeks ago he received any clue of his father being alive.

It was in the form of a handwritten letter.

Sonya looked back up at Jeremy with tears in her eyes.
“If I had have known what they'd done to your father,” stated Sonya.

7.5 - Sonya's Choice

2010-01-18T18:00:00.004-05:00

Sonya sat in the office and wondered what the debriefing would be about. Tom sat at the desk in front of her looking at a stack of official looking documents. She shifted in her chair. She was always nervous during meetings with Tom. He always had an air of cool collectiveness that was almost surreal. Tom picked up a sheet of paper from the stack to his left which all seemed to have a blue stamp on them. She couldn't make out what was printed on it. Tom looked at the paper and appeared to skim the contents. After a moment, he looked up at Sonya.

"Sonya," he began, "you have been a member of this organization for several years. I have seen you deal with some of our hardest cases, some of our most unruly subjects and you have always managed to get the results we were looking to achieve." Tom gathered up the documents and pushed them to the side. He crossed his fingers together and placed them on the desk in front of him. He looked at Sonya with something that might have been close to admiration.

"I could never understand how you were able to accomplish this. At first I attributed it to your femininity. This prompted me to hire more employees that resembled that nature, but this proved to not be your secret. In observing you more closely, looking through your case files and especialy your case notes, I have come to find that the proverbial magic you have comes down to a concept as basic as belief and loyalty."

Tom continued to gaze at Sonya. She wasn't sure if she should feel pride or be uncomfortable. The meer thought of being uncomfortable made her want to excuse herself from this briefing. Sonya had been working for this establishment for many years and found it strange to be this uneasy.

"Because of your deep belief in what we do here," said Tom, "you have made it a point to obtain the information we seek for the betterment of society at large, though it may require you to...as they say break a few eggs for the sake of the omelet." Tom leaned forward and spoke to Sonya in a slightly softer voice, as though he were going to tell her something confidential. "This is why you would be perfect for this assignment." He looked away from from Sonya for a brief moment and then his focus snapped in on her eyes. He had a look on his face that spoke of determination. Sonya swallowed visibly.

"What assignment is this?" she asked. She tried to keep her voice as even as possible. She didn't want to show him how nervous she was at this point.

"Sonya, we have been working on Mr. Colin for a long time now. I say a long time since, as you know, the average stay here for a subject usually is no more than a few weeks to a month. Most of them are not able to handle the strain on their psyche passed this point. Mr. Colin has proven to be one of our strongest! I had my doubts in the beginning, but after many protocols and proceedures, he has manage to perservere." Tom picked up the document he had been looking at. He ran his finger over one of the paragraphs, nodded, and then placed the paper back on his desk. "Sonya, what I need you to do may be more...extreme than what we have asked you to do in the past. Mr. Colin has not given us the results certain people would like to see. Our project depends on obtaining unquestionable outcomes. We MUST be able to ensure that or proceedures are foolproof and there is so doubt that, if needed, they could be adopted into any sector for any person willing to settle on a suitable compensation agreement."

Sonya looked at Tom in a slightly confused manner. She wasn't sure if had understood what he was trying to say. Did he just ask her to falsify information? Did he just say all of the work she had put in was going to basically be sold to the highest bidder? She couldn't grasp it. "Um, sir?" she asked. " What exactly do you want me to do? I mean what is it specificly?" Tom's lips stretched into a smirk. "Don't worry Sonya. I'm not asking you to do anything more than what you have been doing. I'm only asking you to move along faster and more intensely."

"But sir," Sonya began, "that could possible harm Mr. Colin unessessarily. He could suffer severe trauma that could compromise the validity of our processes." Tom gave Sonya a stern look. "Is this a problem Sonya? Should I be worried?" He picked up yet another sheet of paper. This one was also blue, but seemed to have not been filled out. "Should I have a reason to doubt why I chose you for this particular assignment?"

Sonya did not want to make Tom anymor upset than she already had, though she wasn't exactly sure if he was in fact upset at all given his always cool nature. She had noticed an extra added ice in his last question though.

"No sir," she responded. "You have no reason to feel as though I will not perform as I always have."

As Sonya left the office, she could not help but feel a little uneasy. She had always done as she was told and never once asked if she should, but this? It seemed as though she was being told to do something outside of the scope of what she had been hired for. She had the sneaking suspicion that things here in the organization were changing and she was goig to be caught in the middle.

Tom looked down at his desk at the empty blue form, reached into the drawer on the left pulled out a yellow form and placed it next to the blue one. He looked from one to the other and then bagan to fill out the yellow form.

NAME: Sonya Vapahtaja
NUMBER: Alpha-27.
ACTION: Survail employee until otherwise stated.
REASON FOR ACTION: Possible breach in loyalty.

Tom looked up from the form and stared at the door Sonya had left from not too long ago. He seemed to be contemplating something. He shook his head slowly as in disappointment, folded the form and pressed a small white button on the side of the desk. A voice crackled from a speaker somewhere in the walls.

"Yes sir?" It was a slighty whiny female voice.
"I need you to come and pick up this TR-40 please," Tom stated.
There was a pause from the speaker.
"A....TR-40 sir?" asked the speaker hesitantly.
Yes, and bring me a coffee as well." said Tom.

"Black."

© 2009 by Laira Reid

Case Note 8 - Not Like the Movies

2009-12-16T20:04:00.002-05:00

Jeremy was at a loss for words. Every time he thought he had a grasp on what was happening, he was thrown another loop. He walked back into the mirrored room and sat down in the middle of the floor. Her crossed his legs and rested his chin on his hands. There had to be some type of gimmick. He knew they had to be holding him here for something more than he could fathom at the moment. Jeremy tried his best to think of what had happened in the last few hours or more, but found it increasingly harder to do so. Then his stomach made a grumbling noise and he realized he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten anything, or used the bathroom for that matter! He wished it was like the movies where all of the action happened and you never had to eat, sleep...or use the bathroom. He stood up and walked to the mirrored door.

“HEY!” he yelled. “HEY! I need to use the bathroom and it wouldn't hurt if I could get some food in here too!” He stood back from the door to see if he could hear anything. He turned around to look at the dark room Tom had been in.

Nothing.

“HEY!! I know you can hear me! I need to use the bathroom or there's going to be a nice mess reflected on all these walls and such!” he shouted.

A rectangular patch of light began to appear in the dark room. Jeremy walked toward it quickly.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Come with me, Mr. Colin.” said a familiar European voice. It was Sonya. He could make out her silhouette in the door way. Jeremy walked into the dark room and to the door Sonya held open.

“Are we going to try anything Mr. Colin.?” she inquired. “I can assure you there will not be a repeat of the observation room.”
Jeremy shook his head. He was too busy thinking about not making a mess to be worried about answers, escape, or anything of the like.

“Well then, let's go.” she said and gestured him through the doorway.

Jeremy walked into a hallway which looked almost identical to the one room SNS02EP19 was located. The difference here was that several other halls branched from this one on the left and right sides every five rooms or so. On a quick count, it looked as though there were maybe twenty rooms on each side of the hallway.
Sonya walked passed him and down the corridor. He followed her until they had walked ten doors down and passed by two other halls. When they stopped, he looked at the door. It was marked with the word “MALE”.

“Go right in Mr. Colin.” Sonya said.

Jeremy opened the door and made his way to the only stall in the bathroom. There was nothing remarkable about this room. He looked around as he relieved himself. The stall wasn't really a stall, it was more like a very low partition. Just enough to conceal the actual act of answering mother natures call, but exposed enough to make you want to not spend to much time talking with her.

When Jeremy finished, he turned around to wash his hands and was surprised to find Sonya standing by the sink on the far wall. He would have been shocked, but it seemed as though this place was constantly throwing new things at him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he turned on the water. Having an empty bladder gave him some of his confidence back. “This is the “MALE” room you know.” He looked at her, not hiding his disdain.

“This is also one of the only rooms without cameras or listening devices” Sonya stated.

Jeremy thought things couldn't get more confusing earlier, but her statement proved him wrong. He decided to run with it.

“Should I be concerned? Or maybe you should be...” Jeremy said.

“No Mr. Colin. You should not be concerned about anything I will do. I want to help you, but if at any time it seems I am doing anything but my job, I might wind up in the same position you are in.” Sonya looked nervous yet sad at the same time. “I don't have time to tell you everything I need to. I don't really have time to tell you what I need to tell you right now, but if you want to get out of here Mr. Colin, you would be wise to listen to me...and trust me.”

Jeremy stared at her. He didn't know what to think. Once second this woman was trying to inject him with substances, then next she is coming to him in a bathroom with propositions of trust.
“Listen Sonya, I don't know what you people are doing here” he began, “but I know one thing for sure, when I do get out of here, I will make sure everyone finds out about this place. I will make sure you ALL go to jail, whoever all of you are.” Jeremy raised his voice to a shout. “YOU HEAR THAT!! ALL OF YOU!”

“Mr. Colin, I told you, there are no cameras or listening devices here.” said Sonya. “No one can hear our conversation.” She began to speak a little faster. “I need for you to listen to me. I am going to tell you a set of numbers. I need you to remember them. Do you understand me?” Her face took on an urgency. “I need you to make sure you remember these numbers Mr. Colin. 0-8-0-6-4-5. Remember those numbers”

Jeremy was on the verge of telling her where she could put her numbers when a loud piercing sound rang through the hall outside of the door.

“Damn it!” yelled Sonya.

She grabbed Jeremy's hand and dragged him out of the bathroom. The hallway was emitting a deafening noise. He could hardly hear himself think. Sonya pulled Jeremy down the hallway back toward the dark room, but this time she turned left into one of the corridors they had passed on their way to the bathroom.

“Quickly Mr. Colin!” She tried to scream over the noise as she moved him further down the hall. “Someone sounded the alarm! It should be over in a few more seconds!” No sooner than her last word left her lips, the alarm stopped. It was followed by an announcement in a calm tone.

“We have reason to believe a Code D.28 has been put into effect. We have reason to believe a Code D.28 has been put into effect. Please stand by for further instructions.”
“What is a D.28?” asked Jeremy.

Sonya stopped walking.

“A Code D.28 means that your bad situation has gotten worse Mr. Colin.” she turned to look at Jeremy.

“And now so has mine.”

Case Note 7 - I See You...

2009-12-12T00:34:00.002-05:00

Jeremy's world was in a spin. The lights in front of him seemed then they should be. If he kept getting drugged like this, he would surely get brain damage. He just knew it. When the spinning lights stopped and dimmed from in front of his eyes, he saw he was in a different room. This one had mirrors. Actually the ENTIRE room was made up of mirrors. The walls, the floor, ceiling, and the door. Wait. Door? Jeremy picked himself up off the floor and walked over to the door. He could see that whoever put him here had also put him in white pants, shirt, and socks. It reminded him of something an orderly would wear. He reached out to turn the handle, which was also made of mirror.

“Will it be that simple? We all remember what happened last time something seemed simple. I wound up getting stuck with a needle and placed in a mirrored room.” he told himself.

Jeremy decided it was time to go. He grabbed the handle and turned it.

“Leaving so soon?” asked the male European voice. “We have many things to talk about.”

Jeremy turned around and saw that the wall behind him had disappeared and behind it was a dark room with a desk.

“I thought it was time I leaved this place. I don't particularly like being drugged every time I turn around.” he joked. He walked to the wall and realized it was still there! Apparently this was a mirror you could control in some manner.
The man chuckled. “I'm glad to see you still have a sense of humor through all of this. Most people would have been a little more....apprehensive perhaps?”

“I'm just tired. Truthfully, I am really just tired of being locked in this room and then that, being lied to, and being told I'm something I'm not. This 'Where is the chip?', the 'calm down Mr. Colin.' Yeah. I'm tired.” He looked at the man and squinted. Jeremy couldn't totally see his face, but the man did look familiar. He wore what seemed to be a black suit with a light blue shirt. His hair was swept back and not too short.

“Maybe we can do something about some of your concerns.” As the man said this, Jeremy heard a slight hissing noise, and the glass between himself and the man lifted into the ceiling above. Jeremy stepped into the second room and walked over to the desk slowly. The room was nondescript. It was as wide as the room he had been in, but seemed to be longer. It might have been an illusion due to how dark it was. Jeremy couldn't even really tell what color the walls were and the only item in the room was the desk the man was sitting at. On the desk there was a lamp and it slightly illuminated the man's face. Jeremy gasped as he walked up to the desk. It was the man from the desk in the other room. The one marked SNS02EP13!

“My name is Tom Major. I am the Grounds Controller here. I oversea each and every operation that is conducted here. That includes yours Mr. Colin. Subject number 1026-81, Case Note 38B. The use of DAC5 in your particular case has been extremely interesting and has raised many eyebrows here.” The man reached over to the the lamp and pressed a button on the base. The lamp brightened. The look of shock on Jeremy's face was clear as day.

“You're...” he began. “You're the man from the other room. You're the one who gave me the information.” Jeremy was didn't know what to think. He couldn't run. It was obvious this man, Tom, had everything in his control.

“Yes, Mr. Colin. I am the man from the other room. I wanted to get a feel for you. To see how you were as a person out of the file. I don't get to see subjects here. They are notes on paper, a photograph, a conversation in a meeting. I like to see what we are producing occasionally.” Tom said. He leaned forward to look closer at Jeremy. “Yes, you are as interesting as they have reported.”
Jeremy didn't think he liked being spoken about as though he was some sort of lab rat. He really didn't like Tom at this point and was thinking about how he would knock him out as well.

“Mr. Colin,” Tom said, “please do not think I will be as easy to get over on as Ms. Sonya was. I have been working here a long time and my lack of interaction does not make me ignorant to your tricks.” He got up from his chair and made his way toward Jeremy. “Being the Ground Controller means I need to be well versed in many different fields. Pshycology, Martial Arts, Medicine, Literature, Music, Technology...I must know them all. Unlike my predecessor, I will not for one second underestimate any subjects capabilities.” Tom stopped about two feet in front of Jeremy. He spoke in a softer tone almost as though he were going to tell him something in confidence. “I had always hoped he would make a vital error, just so I could prove what I could bring this establishment.” He looked down at the floor. “I just never thought it would cause such a ripple effect.”

Jeremy lunged at him as soon as Tom's gaze left his. And landed right on the floor behind Tom. Jeremy was confused. He hadn't seen or felt Tom dodge him, but here he was, on the floor. Tom handed skipped as beat in his last thought. Jeremy turned around to look at Tom. He was facing Jeremy with a look of pure amusement on his face.

“Didn't you listen to a word I have been saying. I am disappointed in you Mr. Colin. I would have thought you would notice a hologram when you saw one. Why do you think the room is so dark. Why do you think you could see me more clear when I turned up the lamp. That was a signal boost so you could still see me as I left the desk.” Tom shook his head slowly. “Do you really think I would put myself in the same position as Ms. Sonya?”

And with that, Tom Major disappeared.

Jeremy stood staring at the spot Tom had been standing.

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Case Note 6 - Sly Like A Fox

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Sonya woke up groggily. Her head felt like it had been stepped on by an elephant and beaten. As her vision cleared, she saw she was lying on the floor of observation 1209 looking up at the ceiling. The lightbulb above her flickered. She sat up so she could look around her and saw her folder with its many papers spread out around the floor, her syringe, and an empty chair. What she didn't see was Jeremy running down the hall toward the open panel that led right to where she was.

Jeremy could see the woman he figured must be named Sonya sitting on the floor looking dazed and confused, which was a comfort to him since he seemed to have been feeling that way since he first woke up in that metal chair. It was about time someone else felt that way.
Jeremy slowed down and walked the rest of the way to the panel.

"Sonya." he said. "Sonya, I have some questions for you."

Sonya looked up at the sound of her name being called and her confusion quickly became panic. She started to slide herself toward the syringe.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Didn't you already figure out that I don't like needles?" Jeremy was trying to sound as menacingly disturbed as possible. Maybe it would keep her off guard until he could think of what to do next.
"Do you think I'm going to let you stick me with that? Do you think I'm going to just change my mind from the last time?" he walked closer to Sonya, eyes steady, voice even toned. After being able to knock her over so easily, Jeremy concluded she had not been trained to get physical. Just stick and move.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"What do I want?" Jeremy chuckled. "What do you think I want?" His voice suddenly raised to a shout. "I want answers!"

Sonya flinched at this sudden change in demeanor. Jeremy saw this and decided to play on her fear. "Do you know what I am capable of? You read me the reports. You know what I can do!" he yelled.
"The reports?" Sonya asked. She had taken on a new calm tone. The fear she had shown in her eyes was no longer there. Jeremy wasn't sure if he had played his hand right. Hadn't the man at the desk told him these people had video and reports and case studies on who they brought here? He kept up his bravado and yelled, "That's right! I know what I used to be like and I won't let you people take control of me!"
Sonya stared at him curiously. "You do Mr. Colin? You remember your state of mind before you came to us?" She had taken on that clinical tone again. "You remember me?"
Jeremy glared at her. "Your name is Sonya. You work here. It's your job to make sure I get better." he said. He had brought his voice down and began to walk passed Sonya to the chair he was in before. He picked up the syringe on his way and then sat down. At this point, his back was to her and he could hear her get up from the floor.

"Mr. Colin," she began, "have you decided to come with me?"

Jeremy nodded. He decided it would be the perfect time to ask one of his questions.

"Tell me Sonya, how long have I been here?" he turned in his chair to look at her.

"Mr. Colin, you've been here for five weeks. We have been monitoring your progress after procedure DAC5 for the last three. You seemed to be doing well until this last session, but don't worry, we will be able to fix everything.” she answered. Sonya walked to him and put her hand out. “I would appreciate it if you returned the syringe to me, Mr Colin.”
“What? Oh. I don't know. You tried to hurt me with this. I don't know if I want to give it back.” Jeremy said. He tried to put on his most docile sounding voice. He started to see how this worked. If he played along, he might be able to get out of here after all. He remembered the look the man at the desk had, the vacant I-see-through-walls stare. He looked “through” Sonya.

“I don't like needles, “ said Jeremy, “ and I don't like being hurt.”

Sonya put her hand on his shoulder. “It's alright Mr. Colin. If I give you my word not to use it, will you give it back to me?” She had taken on the tone a kindergarten teacher might use with a sensitive student. Jeremy pretended to think about it. If he kept up this act, he might be able to get out of this room. He slowly stuck out his hand and opened it. “Okay.” he said.

Sonya took the syringe from his hand and promptly inserted it into his arm in one quick motion.

“What the hell!?” Jeremy yelled. “You said you wouldn't use it!” He sprang from his chair and tried to swing at her.

“If you recall, Mr. Colin I never actually said I wouldn't, and if there is ONE thing I have learned from you in your stay here, it's that you are sly, Mr. Colin. Sly like a fox.”

This was the last thing Jeremy heard her say as the room spun and then went dark.

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Case Note 5 - Just Another Mouse In The Wall

2009-12-09T20:48:00.002-05:00

The light blinded Jeremy as the panel slid to the left leaving him standing at the doorway of a long corridor. It was painted in a sterile hospital white and the doors lining each side were of the same color. Even the floor was covered in white linoleum. The only imperfections were the flickering light bulbs every few lights down. Jeremy turned around to see if the woman had gotten up, but the blow he had dealt to her chin seemed to have left her down for the count.

"Good job J. Now you've hit your first woman. I'm sure mom will be happy to hear that." he joked.

Jeremy stepped into the hallway slowly and began to walk. As he passed the white doors, he peered inside of the tiny wire reinforced windows set in the center if each one. All of them looked exactly the same. One chair, one bed, one table, a toilet and a sink. They were also missing their occupants.

"What happened here?" Jeremy wondered. "Where could everyone be?"

He continued walking down the corridor and realized there was a window straight ahead of him about twenty yards away. Jeremy broke into a run. He was sure these would also be reinforced, but at least he would be able to see where he was! As he got closer to the window, he noticed something odd about the lighting. He slowed down to a walk and as he slowly reached the window, he saw what was strange. The light wasn't coming from a sky. He gripped the wire with his fingers and shook it in frustration. The scene outside was not of grass or trees or even some desolate parking lot. What Jeremy saw was worse. He was staring at a bunker. Not another building, but the inside of what looked like some place where planes were kept or things you didn't want found were stored.

"Aaaargh!" yelled Jeremy in exasperation. "What is this place?!" He stepped away from the window and turned around. "Nothing is as it appears...indeed." he thought aloud.

Jeremy started to walk back in the direction he had come. He looked at the doors as he passed. "I am inside of a building that has been built inside of a building," he said. "Who does that?! Who really sits down and says to themselves, 'Self, I think I'm going to build a building...and you know what would go good inside that building? Another building!'" Jeremy was at his wits end at this point. He was almost at the point where he had begun running toward the window previously, when something caught his eye. One of the doors. He walked back to the last door he had passed. This one was different. It was the only door with a label on it SNS02EP13 in small red print under the tiny window.

"Should I?" Jeremy asked himself. "Well I won't get anywhere standing here and it's either this or go back to the room."

Jeremy put his hand on the silver handle and turned it. The door wasn't locked. It actually turned and swung open quite easily. As he stepped through the door, he saw that this room was different than the rest. It had the bed, chair, sink, and toilet, but instead of being empty, there was a man sitting at a desk! Jeremy thought to himself,”Why didn't I look in the window this time?”

The man at the desk didn't bother to look up as Jeremy came in. He was too focused on the paper in front of him and the cage of mice beside the notes he seemed to be writing. There was music playing softly from a small device by his elbow. Jeremy was about to creep back out and leave this possible captor to his work when he realized the man was wearing a white gown. The type of gown a person would wear inside of hospital. “Except this isn't a hospital,” Jeremy thought. He decided to see what the man was doing. Besides, maybe the man knew something about this place. Jeremy remembered his father once telling him, “J, if you don't know, ask or you'll never know.” His father was always giving him advice along those lines. Jeremy took the other chair by the bed and moved it by the man's desk. All this time, the man never stopped writing his notes and looking at the mice.

The cage held about 3 mice. Each had it's own area in the glass cage, but couldn't see the other mouse due to the walls built between them. A mouse in one section was laying on the bedding, staring at one of the walls. The mouse on the other side of the wall was doing the exact same thing. If the wall wasn't there, Jeremy would have sworn they were staring at each other. The third mouse seemed to have it's own agenda. It was walking around it's section sniffing the corners, stopping to scratch at the wall, and occasionally looking at the other wall. It's section was the largest, but it didn't seem to notice. “It looks like he wants out.” Jeremy said out loud.

The man stopped writing his notes and looked up. His eyes where blood-shot and had bags under them. His short straight black hair hung down to his ears and looked as though it could use a good wash.. His pale skin, which probably wasn't as pale as it seemed due to the florescent lighting, had a hint of sweat on it. He stared at Jeremy steadily despite his thin, shallow appearance.

“What?” he asked in a low voice. One that seemed too deep for someone his size and stature.

Jeremy swallowed visibly. This man didn't appear to be wrapped too tight and this made him a little uncomfortable. He almost wished he was back in that metal chair.

Almost.

“I was just saying,” started Jeremy. “He looks like he wants to get out of that cage. Like he -”
“What would you know about it?” the man interrupted.

Jeremy stopped talking and contemplated running from the room. His previous experience with people here didn't really make him want to stay and find out what this guy might have in his pockets, but considering the fact gowns didn't have pockets made him even more nervous.
“I've been working on these mice for 5 days,” he continued, “and not one of them have ever gotten out. Even with the door wide open, they still don't seem to be able to find the way out.” The man looked at the mice and smiled. “As long as I keep giving them a bit of treats here and there, they don't want to go. Look at the those two.” He pointed to the ones that seemed to be staring through the wall at each other. “Those two are stoned out of their minds” He chuckled. “I could take the whole top off of the cage, and they wouldn't even notice!”

Jeremy looked at the man's face as he spoke. The look he saw was not unlike that of a child telling his parents about the new toy he had gotten.

“And what about that one?” asked Jeremy, referring to the one in the larger section.
A cloud seemed to have grown over the man's face at the mention of the third mouse. “That one...he's nothing but trouble. No matter where I put him, he is always looking to get out.” He looked at the other two mice. “You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies, but you..” He tipped his head at the third mouse while turning to face Jeremy again. “You just keep looking your gift horse in the mouth.” The man looked at Jeremy and said, “Are you one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies? Or are you like Peter G. here? Never happy, always looking for a way out of your little surroundings. Wanting out of the mundane life. Which one are you, Mr. Colin?”

Jeremy jumped out of his chair. “How do you know my name?!” he yelled.

“Everyone here knows your name. You're the newest addition to the group.” the man said with a smirk on his face.

Jeremy stared at the man hard with steel in his eyes and said “I'm not part of any group. I don't know what you are and what you think this is, but I'm NOT part of any group.” His voice was like gravel, coarse and growling. “You might be off your rocker, but I'm not.”

The man continued to look at Jeremy with amusement. “I used to think I was the sane one too. I used to think they were all crazy and I was okay. Then they introduced me to Sonya. She read me my case files, all about how sick I was and how much better I had been doing with the tests they had given me.”

Jeremy was suddenly more attentive than he was before. He stopped thinking about how he was going to have to knock this man out as well and began to listen to what he was saying.

“Sonya saved me. Once she told me the kind of person I was, I knew I had been brought to the right place.” The man's eyes had taken a glossiness to them and seemed to lose focus, like he was looking through Jeremy and not at him. Jeremy had a flash of the two mice staring at each other through the wall. “Sonya gave me medicine to help me focus, to help me keep my mind on track. She took me to the “Wall Room” on the lower level and showed me the video they had of me. She told me I would never have to be that way again, as long as I stayed here. Then she gave me these mice to look over and study. I take care of them. The other people in the other rooms, they have their own tasks to keep them busy, to keep their minds straight.”

“But, there isn't anyone in the other rooms. You're the only one here. You and me. You don't know that?” Jeremy asked. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. His hands where gripping the back of the chair tightly.

“The people in the other rooms keep to themselves. They mind their business and I mind mine. I stay in my room and do my task. Watch the mice. Sonya told me to watch the mice, so that's what I do.” the man replied.

Jeremy was at a loss for words. The only other person he found in this place was completely gone in the mind and didn't even know he was the only one here! Jeremy sat back down in the chair and watched the mice. The music on the device changed and he recognized the song. It was “The Song Remains The Same.” He laughed softly. “How ironic,” Jeremy thought. “Here I am sitting in some fun house where all the rooms are the same, all the doors are the same, and this guy sits here all day doing the same thing. What have you gotten yourself into J? How are you gonna get out?” Jeremy watch the third mouse the man had called Peter G. “I'm with you buddy,” he thought to himself. “I'm not gonna turn out like this guy.”

The man appeared to have gone back to writing his notes on the mice. Jeremy got up and walked toward the door. It looked as though he wasn't going to find any help with the man at the desk. He went into the hallway and looked down the hall to his left. That way went back to the rooms, the other way led back to the window. Jeremy seemed to have two choices in this matter. Then something hit is brain like a shock. The man! The man at the desk said that the woman, Sonya, had taken him to...what was it?

“The 'Wall Room' on the lower level!” he yelled.

There was more to this place than it seemed. The man at the desk knew more than he thought he did, or maybe he pretended not to know. Jeremy decided not to go back in the room with the man at the desk. The person he wanted to question wasn't in that room. Jeremy turned left and bolted down the hallway back to the rooms.

“Relax, Sonya. No one is here to hurt you. I would just like to ask you a few questions.” thought Jeremy in a thick European accent as he made his way back down the corridor.

There was a slightly devious smirk on his face.

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Case Note 4 - Or Are You Happy To See Me?

2009-12-08T20:17:00.002-05:00

"Mr. Colin, we need to talk. There are somethings you need to know before you decide to walk through that door."

Jeremy looked at the woman and began to feel anger rising up inside of him. His initial shock at seeing someone in the room was replaced by an immediate sense of wanting to shake this woman. "You have me sitting in a room in a chair blindfolded, gagged, and tied up. You play these recordings asking me for things I don't have, telling me to be calm! Calm!? You expect someone to be calm!?" Jeremy took a step toward the woman. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he was pretty sure it wouldn't be a hug.

"Mr. Colin, whatever you are thinking about doing, you should step back and reconsider. As of now, there seems to be no one else in this room with answers. I may possibly be your only way out of here," The woman gestured next to her. "Please have a seat."

Jeremy looked to his left in the direction she had pointed and about a foot in front of the mirror he had broken was the metal chair.
"How did that get in here?...How did YOU get in here?" he asked.
"In time Mr. Colin. All of your questions will be answered in time, but for now I need you to have a seat and listen."
Jeremy walked toward the chair and then paused. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to do what she asked.
"What if I don't want to sit? What if I decide I want to go through the panel?" he asked.
"I won't stop you, Mr. Colin, but I would not advise it until you have received all of the proper information. I will tell you this if it will help you trust me," she began, "things here are nothing like they appear."
Jeremy thought about his options and decided that for the time being he would entertain her request and have a seat. Once he was in the chair, he asked, "Now what is it you need to tell me?"

"Mr. Colin. Subject number 1026-81. Case Note 38B." Se was reading from a folder she had in her hands. She continued. "Mr. Colin seems to be of the firm belief that there is a global conspiracy. He seems to feel as though there is an agency watching him at every turn and has even taken to using the metal trays he is given during meal times to construct some sort of shielding apparatus. It is our firm belief that the subject is a candidate for procedure DAC5. We have decided against procedure DAC4."

The woman closed the file.

Jeremy wasn't sure what to think. He wanted to ask the woman what all of what she read him meant. He also wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Mr. Colin, do you have any idea where you are? Do you remember anything that has happened in the last 24-48 hours?" she asked.

Jeremy shook his head and mouthed "No."

"Jeremy, do you remember me?" The woman walked closer toward him as she said this. Jeremy began to shake his head side to side. He looked like a child trying to get a thought out of his head. He could feel a headache coming on. How was he supposed to know who this woman was? He didn't even know where he was or how he had gotten here!
“Why are you doing this to me?' Jeremy asked. “I don't understand. I don't understand why you have me in this room telling me things I don't remember or believe.” He put his hands over his face and held them there. “I don't understand,” he whispered.
The woman covered the rest of the distance between herself and Jeremy. She placed her had on his shoulder and knelt in front of him. “Listen Mr. Colin. This is going to be difficult for you to grasp, but you have been in my care for the last 2 months. The recording you heard were part of the tests we were trying to run to break you out of your psychosis. We thought that by playing into your conspiracy theories, we could somehow bring you back into reality.” The woman took her hand off of Jeremy's shoulder and opened up the folder. She began to read again.

“Mr. Colin has greatly improved after procedure DAC5. The multiple stimulants combined with the proper doses have proven to be effective in the breakthrough. We are on our way to calling this a success.” The woman looked up. She noticed that Jeremy was staring at her.

“What is it Mr. Colin?” she asked.

Jeremy's mouth curled into a smile and he spoke. “Nothing here is as it seems. That was one of the first things you said to me. For someone who is trying to get me to not delve into conspiracies, that sure is a funny thing to start with...actually that is a hilarious thing to start with.” He began to chuckle and his chuckles turned into giggling, which then resulted in him laughing so loud that it seemed to him the woman had begun to get nervous. She reached toward her pocket with her free hand.

Jeremy stopped laughing. “What's in your pocket?” he asked.

“Nothing Mr. Colin. Why would you think I had anything in my pocket. I was just concerned about your uncontrolled laughter in a situation like this.” she replied.
“You seem a bit nervous.” he stated.
The woman looked Jeremy square in the eyes. “Mr. Colin. I have nothing to be nervous about.” Her response was given in an almost amused tone and was quickly replaced with a more serious one. “Mr. Colin,” she began as she cleared her throat. “I do believe it is time you and I leave this room.”
Jeremy looked confused. “Didn't you just say I shouldn't go through the panel?” he asked.
“We won't be leaving by THAT panel Mr. Colin. Have you forgotten about the room on the other side of the wall?” she replied.
“Oh, yeah. The other room.” Jeremy didn't think he wanted to go into the other room. In that room, there was a strange television, a man he hadn't met yet, and not to mention the fact that he had somehow fallen asleep and woken up without even knowing how? All in THAT room.

“Listen....ummm...well I don't know your name, but I don't think I want to come with you anywhere. As it stands, you might be the only person who has given me any supposed answered, but you are also the only person here.” He began to stand up and move away from the woman as he spoke. “I know you might think I'm nuts or delusional or whatever you have in the folder there, but I'll tell you, I am none of the above.” Jeremy continued to move away from the woman toward the panel, not taking his eyes off of her. “Wanna know what I think? I think there is something going on here. I think YOU have something going on here. I think YOU are not what you seem, and I think I am going to be leaving, but not with YOU.”

While Jeremy was explaining this to the woman, she again started to reach for her pocket. Jeremy noticed this and began to move a bit faster. By the time he had finished telling her what he thought, the woman's hand was in her pocket and Jeremy was at the panel.

“Mr. Colin, I think you should step away from that panel.” she said. “I think you should move away from the panel and sit down. Maybe I haven't made myself clear.”
“No,” Jeremy answered, “No you haven't made yourself clear, and the only thing I AM clear about is that I will NOT be coming with you. I will not be going anywhere with you.”
The woman slid her hand out of her pocket. Jeremy looked at the shining object in her hand and it didn't take him long to recognize a syringe as she advanced toward him.
“Mr. Colin, please calm down. I understand that you may be a bit confused right now. We would like you to calm down.” she said.
Jeremy remembered the male voice saying something to that effect and then said, “We? We? Who is we and who are you?”

“Mr. Colin, where is the chip?” the woman asked in an emotionless voice.

She was closer now. Looking at him with the same look a panther must give her prey before it she pounces. “We just want to know where the chip is.”
“What chip?!” Jeremy yelled. “What chip?! I don't know what you are talking about!”
Jeremy was at the panel now and he then realized he had begun typing in the code 102. He only needed three more digits. He could only hope that dashes didn't count. He could only hope he had in fact been using the right code. He looked around to see if there was anything he could use in case the woman decided that needle needed to be inside his arm, neck, leg or anywhere else.

The woman took that quick glance as her cue. In one quick motion, she was in front of him, hand poised to strike with the needle hovering over him.
He lashed out. Jeremy brought his hand up and pushed back. He connected the bottom of her chin with the heel of his palm and with a push up, she was falling backwards, the needle flying up into the air and away from Jeremy. Without a second's hesitation, he turned around and typed in the last three digits. Six, eight, one. With a satisfying double beep, the keypad accepted the code. A motor began to hum. The room went dark.

A stream of white light appeared by the edge of the panel where the keypad was.

It had begun to open.

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Caes Note 3 - The Crack in The Plan

2009-12-07T21:32:00.004-05:00

Jeremy woke slowly. He didn't remember going to sleep, but here he was waking up. He looked around half hoping, half wishing he would see his room in his apartment. Of course, all he saw was the vintage television. He sat up and walked across the room. The floor probably wasn't the best place for him to have taken his unexpected nap, but it wasn't as though there was a bed to sleep on. Jeremy touched the top dial on the side of the TV. He was almost hoping for a repeat of...How long ago was it? He really couldn't say. Maybe a few hours ago? A few minutes? He looked behind him at the wall the second voice had come from. How in the world could a voice have come from a wall with no speaker?

“Maybe it's built into the wall.” thought Jeremy. “Maybe it's built into the wall and there's someone listening to everything I am saying.”

Jeremy didn't really care about eavesdroppers at the moment. He was more concerned with getting out of the room, both rooms. “What am I missing?” he asked himself. “What small detail am I NOT getting?” He walked to the side of the room where the male voice had come from. He looked at the wall. He looked at the ceiling above the wall. He looked at the floor bellow the wall...and that's when he saw it. There was a crack near the part of the wall that connected with the floor. The crack ran along the base and continued toward the wall that had the now broken mirror. He followed it. He followed it to the wall and then into the room he had started in. Once inside, he noticed that the chair, the bindings, and the blindfold were no longer there. Someone had been in the room while he was asleep. “Hey!” he yelled. “Hey! What is going on here?! I'm tired of the games! Why am I here?! What do you want?!” Jeremy's voice was climbing to a panic at this point. His breathing was beginning to speed up and he could feel his heart begin to race. “WHERE ARE YOU?!” He hollered.

Jeremy got no response.

After a couple of minutes, he was calm. As calm as one could be in a situation such as his. He went back to the wall and the crack he had discovered. The crack seemed to have stopped once it reached the middle of the wall, right about the same spot as where he had heard the first voice, the female voice. Jeremy got down on the floor for a better look. He began to chip the plaster of the crack and as it started to come away, he realized it wasn't done by someone who was trying to do the job correctly. It looked more like and felt more like someone had quickly plastered up the wall. Jeremy began to pull away more and more of the plaster. Underneath he could see wood, solid wood. He continued to pull and pick until he had uncovered an area about his height and width. He stopped and knocked on the wooden wall. To his surprise, it was hollow sounding!

Jeremy was frantic now. He began to pull away larger pieces of plaster from the left...from the right...above his head..until...
There it was. A line. A split between the wood and what seemed to be metal. Jeremy stopped again. He ran his hand across the split and felt a slight coolness coming from it. Not quite a breeze, but a sense of an open area on the other side. Jeremy continued to pull the plaster down along the line to the left until he reached what seemed to be a corner. Once he had pulled all of the plaster off along the line up and around the wall, he stepped back. He was standing in front of a fairly large panel. It spanned almost the entire length of the wall and would have been about a foot above his head. On the right, inside of the panel he had uncovered was a small rectangular metal section...and on that was a set of buttons with numbers resembling a phone keypad. “Are you serious?” he laughed. He looked up at where the voice had come from right above the panel and said, “Are you guys really serious?” Jeremy walked to the keypad and stared. How in the world was he supposed to know what to put in? Even if he did know, who was to say it would open the panel and that it wasn't going to unleash some sort of deadly gas from vents he couldn't see.

“Get a grip J,” he told himself.

He took a closer look at the keypad and noticed an arrow etched into the metal above the keys. It was pointing to the right. He hadn't bothered to peel away the plaster past the line in the wall, so slowly and pensively, he started to peel it away.
There, staring right back at him, were a set of numbers. 1026-81. Jeremy didn't know what to think. Could it really be as simple as that? Did some absent minded guard, employee, or whoever really put the passcode RIGHT next to the keypad?

“That really defeats the purpose of a keypad you know.” he thought out loud.

After some thought, he decided to take his chances. Jeremy put his finger over the keypad and hit the 1. Then he hit the 0. And next, the 2. Then Jeremy stopped.
He turned around slowly to face the noise he just heard and almost fell to the ground. He shook his head slightly hoping it would clear his vision since there was no way he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.

“Mr. Colin,” said the woman with a thick European accent standing in front of him. “ I think you should step away from that panel.”

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AUTHORIZED AREA

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TRANSMISSIONS
~~Transcribed on unknown date:~~

INTERCEPTED 3
WOMAN: In light of my current situation, I am not sure how to proceed.
MAN 2: Are you sure this line is secure?
WOMAN: I have checked according to our protocol. I am not sure about this [NAME DELETED]. What if it doesn't work?
MAN 2: Listen, this is a dangerous matter. I think it is best that you -----*
WOMAN: [NAME DELETED] are you there? Hello?
MAN 2: [TRANSMISSION LOST]

INTERCEPTED 2
WOMAN: Mr. Colin seems to have come out of his sleep.
MAN: And what about DAC4? Can we proceed?
WOMAN: DAC4? Are you sure that is something we should consider right now? Can we at least try my way?
MAN: We tried your way last time and all we have to show for it is an abandoned research center and one, count ONE subject.
WOMAN: Just a few more hours, that's all I'm a-
MAN: That's all you'll get.

INTERCEPTED 1
WOMAN: We have been watching Mr. Colin closely.
MAN: Is he responding to the conditions favorably?
WOMAN: We have been watching Mr. Colin closely.
MAN: Understood...

AUTHORIZATION AREA

2009-12-06T01:57:00.003-05:00

Case Note 2 - Two Sides To A Story

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There was a room, as Jeremy has suspected, but inside of the room is what set him back. The room on the other side was an exact replica of the room he was standing in, minus him.

“What the hell?” Jeremy asked himself.

He took a step forward and inched his head inside of the space where the mirror used to be. He scanned the room twice to make sure he wasn't losing his mind. He saw the table, the chair, the ashtray, the dusty light bulb, and his head was currently sticking inside of the mirror.

“I guess one difference is that I couldn't see through the mirror,” Jeremy mused as he leaned over to pick up one of the shards of glass from his side of the wall. He looked at it and could see his reflection. He turned it over and could see....his reflection! Jeremy stared at the glass in his hand. This meant that someone built two rooms with a large double-sided mirror between them! Things were getting crazier and crazier by the second here. Jeremy raised himself over the part of the wall the mirror had been attached to and climbed into the other room being careful not to cut himself on the broken pieces of protruding glass.

Once inside of the room, Jeremy noticed that it was not indeed an exact replica as he had previously thought. In the right corner of the wall where the mirror had been was a television. It was one of those old black and white vintage sets they only make as a novelty, or so he thought. As he walked closer to the television he was able to see the thick layer of dust covering it, which was odd considering there was really not that much dust in the room, not counting the dusty light bulb above. Jeremy reached out to touch this oddity and was surprised when it suddenly sprang to life! There was a loud static sound and the picture began to come through. Jeremy squatted down in front of it to get a better view of what was trying to be shown on the screen. He started to make out a picture. It was a room and in it was a dark skinned man squatting in front of a television.

“Wait a minute that's....” Jeremy's voice trailed off as he realized he was looking at a broadcast of himself from behind at a high angle. “Okay what is going on here?!” he croaked.

“Relax, Mr. Colin,” said a voice. This one was a male voice with that same European accent. “Relax, Mr Colin. No one is here to hurt you. We would like to ask you a few questions.” Jeremy promptly stood up and looked around the room. The voice seemed to come from the same direction in this room as it did in his original room. He turned to face the wall behind himself and the TV.
“A few questions?” Jeremy repeated. “I have a few questions of my own that need answering” His previous nervousness quickly disappeared at the thought of someone demanding HE answer questions. After all, he was the one stuck in a room with no doors..make that TWO rooms with no doors.
The voice continued. “Mr. Colin, we understand that you may be a bit confused right now. We would like you to calm down. We would like to ask you a few questions.”
“I am calm. I just don't understand why I am here and why I was tied up and why there is no one else around and why you keep-” He was interrupted by the voice. “Mr. Colin, if you do not calm down we will be forced to use alternate methods in order to subdue you. It would be in your best interest to settle down. We are only trying to do what is best for you. We are only trying to do what is best for you. We are only trying to do what is best for-” The voice stopped and for some reason the room seemed even more silent than before.

Jeremy then realized the television was no longer on and he was again the only thing in the room that seemed to not have a hidden agenda.

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Hey all!

My name is Laira Reid. This is probably the only time I have really used my real name online outside of for work...heheheh...feels kinda weird.

So I have been writing here and there is as long as I could remember. I think my first book was a vampire story when I was in grade school. I wish I knew what I did with it so I could read how my mind worked at that age, but since I was always writing, I never really thought to keep my hands on things, plus I was kid.

I have written one kids book, but never really published it unless Lulu.com counts. My father and mother are both writers and my step-father is a musician. I grew up in a pretty well rounded family when it comes to freedom of music and written word. If I wanted to stay up late, all I had to do was say I was reading a book! The funny thing is, I actually was....

My sister is an avid reader and always the first to get anything I scribble.

This is quite frankly my first attempt at creating a web-base for a story! I though it would be a cool idea to try it out on this work in progress before pulling out my big gun...which currently doesn't have a name.

I do hope you enjoy this and PLEASE COMMENT! That's the only way I know if I'm any good!

Case Note 1 - The Situation at Hand

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Jeremy woke with a start. “Where am I?” he thought. The room was cold and dark. He could barely see in front of him. He was sitting in a chair. An uncomfortable metal folding chair at that. He tried to look down. As Jeremy's senses cleared he realized a large portion of why he couldn't see was because of the cloth covering his face. It wasn't much of a blindfold and Jeremy was able to take it away from his eyes by shaking his head. He would have used his hands, but they were tied together behind him at the moment.

“Where is it?” asked a woman in a thick European accent. “Where is the chip?” Jeremy couldn't quite believe what he was being asked. What chip could this woman be asking about, and where in the world was she? The woman's voice had come from in front of him, but he could not see anyone standing in the room with him. “”Where is it?” asked the voice again. “Where is the chip?”
“What chip....” began Jeremy, but the gag that had apparently been covering his mouth prevented much more than a muffle to escape. This too wasn't much of a gag, and he was able to get it away from his mouth by working his jaw and tongue. “What chip?!” he repeated. This time it came out as more a loud raspy croak. He sure could have used a glass of water right now. “Where are you? Where am I?” he began. Jeremy was starting to get a little concerned about his situation. Well concerned would be maybe a fraction of what he actually felt at the moment. The voice repeated it's question and it dawned on Jeremy that there might not be anyone there...He might just be the only one in the room right now.

Jeremy began to squirm in his chair, hoping his captors had done as great a job securing him in his seat as they did blindfolding and gagging him. Just his luck! The bindings came lose and fell to the floor behind him. “Now to find a way out,” he whispered. “If they got me in, there's got to be a way out.” Jeremy got up and looked around his hopefully temporary holding cell and did a quick mental inventory. Uncomfortable metal chair, check. Large (and wide) probably two way mirror, check. Dusty flickering light with no shade hanging from the ceiling, check. Jeremy decided that this room was set up like all of the spy interrogation movies he'd seen as a kid. Complete with the ashtray with cigarette butts on a table not too far behind the chair he had been sitting in. The only thing missing was what he desperately needed right now....a door. “This is not looking good J,” he thought as he turned around in the direction the seemingly imaginary voice had come from.
“Where is it?” chimed the woman again.
“Oh, spoke to soon. Listen lady, I don't know what your-” he was interrupted by the sound of the woman once again inquiring the whereabouts of “the chip.” Jeremy sighed. “That's right,” he muttered, “your just a recording. Well if you're supposed to get answers out of me, I suppose playing a tape over and over with the same message might just be enough to get someone to confess.” He chuckled to himself despite his current situation. Mostly because he was VERY uncomfortable and he wasn't even sitting in the chair anymore.

Jeremy was reminded of several jokes as he stood in the center of his confines. One of them a riddle about there being a man hung from a ceiling with nothing but a puddle of water below him and nothing else in the room. Probably not the best thing to be thinking about in a situation like this one.
Then suddenly Jeremy had an idea!
It of course had nothing to do with the riddle, but thinking about something else gave the rest of his brain time to think of what he hoped would be the perfect way to get out of the room! In all of the old crime movies he had watched, the mirror was always a two way mirror, meaning you can only see through one side of the glass and usually on that side was a room with people sitting and watching you while they took notes on how you were giving yourself away or placing bets on how fast you would cave.

“It's worth a shot,” thought Jeremy.

Jeremy picked up the chair he was previously sitting in and with a semi-running start, he lunged the chair right at the mirror with a loud grunt. The sound of shattering glass was music to his ears!

What he saw beyond that was not so amusing though.

© 2009 by Laira Reid