Code Redd: Chapter 3: Taken
There I stood with a puny kitchen knife. The room was covered in black ash. A fireplace was lit, spitting flames into the room. Smithens and Harper were both crouched on the charred floor, hands cuffed. While looking around the room, I forgot about the threat. I looked strait ahead. Ronan sporting his beetle black trench coat, and was standing behind a heavy wooden desk in front of me with a small revolver in his left hand. "Redd!" Smithens shouted. He started to stand up and gestured for the door. "Get out while you still can!" "Enough with you." Ronan said coldly. Distracted by Smithens, I heard a gunshot, and felt the knife in my hand fall. Stricken with shock, I fell onto the floor, I raised my hands into the air, and I started to cough. My heart beat into my ears, making everything else become drowned out. When the moment passed, Ronan said "Now that you cannot defend yourself, I'm going to give you a choice." He said with a static expression on his face. With one hand on the ground, I pushed up and got to my feet, brushing off the ashes. "What are my options?" I looked at him with a firm face, but inside I was terrified. He had that gun pointed strait at my chest. "Well, Redd, if that's your real name, you have two options." This could be devastating, so I have to pay close attention to what he says. "Come with me, and your friends are spared; or go back to your day and let your new friends come with me for a little bit of... ENSLAVEMENT!" His voice went from cold to blazing in a matter of seconds. His hellish grin showed crooked teeth. "So, what will it be?" "No Redd, don't do i-" Smithens shrieked, before he was cut off by a gunshot. The man in the blue coat hit his right shoulder. Smithens brought the cuffs up to his bleeding shoulder, breathing deeply. I stood still, simply in fear and confusion. Looking at Smithens, and then back at the man, I made up my mind. "I-I will come with you." I murmured with a tight knot in my throat. The man slowly walked away from his desk. "Very well," he muttered dryly, "You two are pardoned." He uncuffed Harper and Smithens. They walked out unharmed, but the man grabbed and squeezed my wrist. "Come with me Redd, and I will show you the customs of The Order of Silver December." He ushered me out of Condo 33, his hand still painfully squeezing my wrist, his other with the revolver to my head, and we walked down the stairs and out of the decrepit building. We made our way to the barren parking lot. The black CR-V from the Pancake Den glared at me in the lot. A thought came to me that this was Ronan's car, and the station wagon was likely Chad and Humph's. Ronan opened the backseat door, and let go of my only to shove me in. The gun at my back, he pointed with his free hand to the opened door."Yes, Ronan." I complied, as I entered the vehicle. Ronan slammed the door with one hand, and I heard the locks click. I looked at the locks, they were obstructed by clear plastic boxes nailed into the door, meaning that the only way to open the door was from the outside. I looked at both of the windows, both were blacked out. The seats were also furnished in black. A black plastic panel with what looked like breathing holes separated the rear compartment from the driving compartment. The only light was that coming from the breathing holes. Ronan took his place and put the key into the ignition. We drove together in silence for what felt like hours, but Ronan decided to break that silence. "You shouldn't worry too much." I did not know what he meant, but I thought it best to just let him continue talking. "You may think that you saved those two's lives today, but in all actuality, you've doomed many more." The road suddenly fealt rough all of the sudden. My body was jerking back and forth in my seat. And then everything became much smoother, almost at the flip of a switch. I heard Ronan murmur something under his breath, but I didn't think it very important. A few more minutes pass, and the car came to a hauling screech. "Where are we?" I asked worryingly. "We are at our Otsego facility, where you are going to work with us." I could smell smoke seeping in from the plastic barrier. "The Order has four separate facilities, the Otsego facility being the largest." Ronan's voice became dry all of the sudden, I was hoping that he was choking on his cigarette. "Where are the other three?" "That's a secret that you don't have the clearance for." Ronan said bluntly. "Besides, I drove you here for about four hours that way you would feel the extent of your choice." I heard the locks click again, and the door open. Footsteps marched to my door, and instead of Ronan being the one to usher me out, it was some sort of grunt that was bedecked in leather and armor. The grunt forced me out of the back seat, and wrapped my arms onto my back, and put chillingly cold cuff onto my wrists. We were already in a blindingly white parking garage of sorts when the grunt started talking, "This is the Otsego Training and Detention Facility. You are here to be trained to capture and, if necessary, kill those afflicted with lycanthropy." The grunt's voice was very deep and throaty, and made me worry about my choice in passing. We were walking just outside of the main building now, "Your face is already in our database.If you try to escape, all of our security staff will be looking for you, and since they don't like their sense of peace and quiet interrupted, you will not like the consequences." That was not very necessary, but now I know how uptight this place is. "Keep up orders, and you will eventually be rewarded with the badge." He marched me into a small atrium painted with red and grey. The only things that I really noticed were a couple of blood red elevators, two dome-like shapes mounted onto the ceiling, and a cat walk overhead which was obscuring whatever was up there. There he removed the cuffs, and I gently messaged my wrists. The grunt handed me a pistol, saying "Don't get any ideas, those domes aren't just cameras." He then pointed his gloved finger at an elevator, "You are going to go down to floor B2 and monitor the dentist's office. They have a few rippers coming to them, and our dentists need all of the protection that they can get." I had no idea how a pistol worked, so I decided to ask, "How do I use this thing?" The grunt took the pistol from my hand, pulled a switch which caused a clip to come out of the bottom of the gun, and then shoved the clip back into its place. He handed it back to me, and forcefully pointed to the elevator again. I held the pistol, finger on the rim of the trigger, and saw a small button, and pressed it. "You just turned the safety off, probably not a good idea." The grunt warned. I pressed the button again with annoyance painted on my face. I pushed the elevator button as fast as I could, waited, and then entered the silver enterior of the elevator. Riding the elevator to the basement was probably the easiest thing that I did today. I was alone in the elevator, the grunt probably expects me not to listen and get myself killed. He's underestimating me, but that might just be his plan; to get me to have the audacity to disobey his commands, and sign my own death warrant. I have to be as attentive as possible, as being naive has no place here. I don't know how I'm going to get out, I should just make the most out of it. The light at the top of the doorway read 'B2' and so the large steel doors opened. I took a breath, and paced into the basement. A strangely sweet smell filled my nostrils. I saw a man sitting at a corner desk, who looked up at me. "Your personal data assistant, sir." He placed a tablet onto the desk, and I took it. The device scanned my face, and a ding sounded from the tablet. 'Orders: Monitor Dr. Manord Croy in his dental operation' the white text read on the screen. "Strait down this hall and to the left." The receptionist said blankly. I took his directions indifferently, and proceeded with my hapless task. My destination was a large glass door that had 'Oral Surgery' printed in black on its window. I heaved the door open, and say a tall, white haired skinny man in a blue apron hunched over an operation table. I walked in as another man dressed in armor was leaving where I had entered, and he nudged me spitefully as I brushed by him. I stood in a corner of the immaculate blue room, watching as the doctor pulled teeth and installed metal ones . I knew what this was, who these people were. These were the ones that lashed out and bit people out of fear or anger. The doctor appeared to have had them already sedated before the procedure, but the way the operation was performed was appalling. I noticed that the patients were all wearing strange bracelets, but I assumed that that would be cleared later. I heard the dentist say things like "This one forgot to brush." and "Filthy ripper." Rippers must be the rebels, and I personally didn't want to know how they got that nickname. I heard another beep on my PDA, and I started to meander to the door, where a silhouette of a guard was about to fulfill my position. Right then, the inmate on the operation table awoke from his drug induced slumber and started screaming with half of his teeth removed, "Don't let them Otsegolate me! Please, MAKE IT STOP!" The dentist acted quickly, and shoved a giant needle into the inmate's bare wrist. The inmate, screaming and crying, slowly grew drowsy, and was sedated. The grunt who took my roll did it fast, and without a word. I took this time to look at my PDA. 'Orders: Go to the Warden's Office on floor 2' the small screen read. Well, orders are orders, and I wonder what they are planning. I marched back to the red elevator, pressed the up arrow button, and waited. As I was waiting, I was also wondering what all of this meant. The bands, the mention of 'Otsegolation', I have no idea what all of that meant. The elevator arrived with a ding, and the doors shuttered and opened. I walked into the silver elevator, and pressed the button that said 'Floor 2'. That's when I noticed something: There were only five floors total, meaning that there were four levels above me. The elevator moved so fast that I lost my train of thought, and already arrived at my destination. Floor 2 was nearly identical in setup as the second level of the basement, which was very odd. There was another receptionist at their desk, occupied by their computer. I noticed a plaque on the wall, which read 'Warden's Office, F2-4' along with other destinations printed. I walked down the aisle to the office, and slung the glass door open. I saw a black leather chair behind a desk, turned to face away from me. As soon as I shut the door, a low voice said, "You are late, Redd." The chair swished to the left, reveling who was in control. Ronan sat behind the desk, yet again, with his hands folded in a triangle. "Let's discuss some things, as I'm sure that you have questions for me." I knew that this was a trap, but I still had many questions about this place. Thoughts were running through my head, and I let curiosity get the best of me.