Olaf mid-sentence with a right hook to his chin. Olaf falls backwards onto the floor of his office, clutching his jaw in his hands.
“ I didn't ask for your opinion Sly, I am still your boss, and you will follow orders.” Reese barks loudly, as he leans in over Olaf's swelling face. Reese's eyes set ablaze with fiery determination, meet with Olaf's and he realizes he has crossed a well drawn line in the sand.
“ The board will hear about this, and I am sure the chairman will not be pleased.” Olaf says.
“ I don't answer to the suits, you spineless pussy, and don't spell my name wrong on the investigation form.” Reese speaks menacingly into Olaf's face, clinching his teeth, while small spatters of saliva fly out. Reese storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
***
“ Isolation. Been a while since we had to do this eh boys?” Roger says, his anxious gaze scanning the tile floor, as he walks over to the double containment door. Peering out, he stares at the tarmac, and yearns for the thrill of battle. Bio-hazard missions always made him nervous, too easy to catch a little bug, and end a lucrative career early.
“ Boring as fuck if you ask me.” Stan replies.
“ Easy bro, it's all standard protocol. Everything is gonna be fine. Let 'em send in the banana suits to scrub us down. We know you like watching the soap suds running down the crack of my ass.” Jerry says jokingly.
“ Would it be too fucking much to ask for a water fountain.” Stan says, as he paces around the room. Stan stares up at the small camera imbedded in the wall. “Edith! You hear me? Get us some damn water!”
“ Stan, take a freaking chill pill, no sense in getting worked up over nothing. Just relax dammit.” Roger says.
“ Fuck you Roger! I don't need to calm down, it's you guys that need to chill. We are getting treated like shit, and you're okay with it.” Stan draws his bowie knife from his leg, and points it at Roger. “You got a problem with me bro?”
“ Be careful what you wish for Stan. That is insubordination.” Roger says.
“ Mutiny in my books.” Frank says, as he positions himself between the two of them. Jerry cautiously circles around behind Stan. Stan looks back at him, and then thrusts his focus back on Roger, his knife held tightly in his hand.
“ So this is what it comes down too. I thought you guys were with me. Chicken shit is what you are! Yellow bellied cowards. Every damn last one of you. As god as my witness, I will save your souls from this demon.” Stan says.
“ You're bleeding soldier.” Reese's voice sounds over the intercom.
“ Doesn't amount to shit sir! A minor flesh wound, nothing to be concerned about.” Stan says, as tranquilizer darts pierce his flesh, rendering him unconscious.
Reese turns facing Olaf, still nursing his swollen jaw, while standing outside the containment room. “These are my men, your are to save as many of them as possible. They are not part of your freaks. They are good men, do you understand me?”
“Yes sir. I will take good care of them.” Olaf says.
Reese pushes the intercom button once again. “Roger. It ain't over till my mother-in-law sings. You boys will be just fine, hang in there a little longer.” Roger turns about-face, thrusts a salute towards Reese, and tosses him a wink.
***
“Chairman Dale Hayden please. Yes, I can hold, thank you.” Olaf rocks back in his deluxe office chair, lifting his feet up on his designer desk. He finds the phone agitates the pain in his lower jaw and opts to place the call on speaker phone. He returns to his relaxed position, confident that has the evidence he needs to gain the upper hand on Reese.
“ This is Hayden.”
“ Excuse the interruption sir. I called to report an incident that requires your attention. I was assaulted by the director, and I was uncomfortable reporting it to the HR open door hotline, due to his position of authority.” Olaf says.
“ Unfortunate. What do you
“ I didn't ask for your opinion Sly, I am still your boss, and you will follow orders.” Reese barks loudly, as he leans in over Olaf's swelling face. Reese's eyes set ablaze with fiery determination, meet with Olaf's and he realizes he has crossed a well drawn line in the sand.
“ The board will hear about this, and I am sure the chairman will not be pleased.” Olaf says.
“ I don't answer to the suits, you spineless pussy, and don't spell my name wrong on the investigation form.” Reese speaks menacingly into Olaf's face, clinching his teeth, while small spatters of saliva fly out. Reese storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
***
“ Isolation. Been a while since we had to do this eh boys?” Roger says, his anxious gaze scanning the tile floor, as he walks over to the double containment door. Peering out, he stares at the tarmac, and yearns for the thrill of battle. Bio-hazard missions always made him nervous, too easy to catch a little bug, and end a lucrative career early.
“ Boring as fuck if you ask me.” Stan replies.
“ Easy bro, it's all standard protocol. Everything is gonna be fine. Let 'em send in the banana suits to scrub us down. We know you like watching the soap suds running down the crack of my ass.” Jerry says jokingly.
“ Would it be too fucking much to ask for a water fountain.” Stan says, as he paces around the room. Stan stares up at the small camera imbedded in the wall. “Edith! You hear me? Get us some damn water!”
“ Stan, take a freaking chill pill, no sense in getting worked up over nothing. Just relax dammit.” Roger says.
“ Fuck you Roger! I don't need to calm down, it's you guys that need to chill. We are getting treated like shit, and you're okay with it.” Stan draws his bowie knife from his leg, and points it at Roger. “You got a problem with me bro?”
“ Be careful what you wish for Stan. That is insubordination.” Roger says.
“ Mutiny in my books.” Frank says, as he positions himself between the two of them. Jerry cautiously circles around behind Stan. Stan looks back at him, and then thrusts his focus back on Roger, his knife held tightly in his hand.
“ So this is what it comes down too. I thought you guys were with me. Chicken shit is what you are! Yellow bellied cowards. Every damn last one of you. As god as my witness, I will save your souls from this demon.” Stan says.
“ You're bleeding soldier.” Reese's voice sounds over the intercom.
“ Doesn't amount to shit sir! A minor flesh wound, nothing to be concerned about.” Stan says, as tranquilizer darts pierce his flesh, rendering him unconscious.
Reese turns facing Olaf, still nursing his swollen jaw, while standing outside the containment room. “These are my men, your are to save as many of them as possible. They are not part of your freaks. They are good men, do you understand me?”
“Yes sir. I will take good care of them.” Olaf says.
Reese pushes the intercom button once again. “Roger. It ain't over till my mother-in-law sings. You boys will be just fine, hang in there a little longer.” Roger turns about-face, thrusts a salute towards Reese, and tosses him a wink.
***
“Chairman Dale Hayden please. Yes, I can hold, thank you.” Olaf rocks back in his deluxe office chair, lifting his feet up on his designer desk. He finds the phone agitates the pain in his lower jaw and opts to place the call on speaker phone. He returns to his relaxed position, confident that has the evidence he needs to gain the upper hand on Reese.
“ This is Hayden.”
“ Excuse the interruption sir. I called to report an incident that requires your attention. I was assaulted by the director, and I was uncomfortable reporting it to the HR open door hotline, due to his position of authority.” Olaf says.
“ Unfortunate. What do you
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