The BoyThe car pulled up slowly, allowing the soldiers guarding the place to check the driver's pass before the doors opened up. Miranda looked out the back window. She nervously gulped to herself. She was a pretty high employee but this was a whole new level. This was classified work. In her thirty years of work she hadn't been escorted in an armoured truck. The guy sat next to her seemed pretty bored. She had been assigned to be his temporary PA until he found a replacement for the old one. "Uhm, I suppose you've worked here a while then?" she trembled a little, damn it, why was this place giving her the creeps? "I've come for personal reasons. It's been a while since I was here."
Saying no more he stepped out of the vehicle when it rolled to a stop by the single door into the facility. Miranda quickly followed suit. The one door was ominous; the facility around it was large and the door, when opened, was at least as thick as her head. She was surprised to see a normal looking lab inside wi