The DarkHole Laboratory

Down Direct

The figure was sitting in a black chair, he stared at the big screen in front of him, controlling whatever captured moving images in front of him.

His eyes were watchful, scrutinizing every image he got, his hands nimblely pressing the tools in front of him. A remote controller the size of a shoebox, with a small steering wheel in the middle of it on top of his desk.

He's in control, running things that can take pictures of it. His smile was full of happiness. Project finished. Even the result exceeds expectations.

He kept staring at a point and it was something his colleagues were looking for in making this discovery.

Self-confidence spreads, pride jumps up. He threw his body on the back of the chair. Laughter began to sound. His handsome face was visible, silvery hair, probably without those pointy teeth. This figure is the perfect figure.

The knock on the door resuscitated him. He answers. And two men came in, two different men, one young and one old man in a hat and a cigar in his hand.

The old man roamed his laboratory, Zale glanced in dislike.  Why so presumptuous. Think Zale.

He doesn't like this. "Mr Zale?" The young man approached and reached out to Zale who was still in his seat.

"Include me Patrik, from Nocturnal" That figure is Zale. The Levian Race and the Guapo Clan.

Zale stared intently at Patrik who was smiling kindly at him, Patrik knew, The person in front of him might be in shock.

"Good laboratory" said the old man, spouting smoke from his mouth. He was still walking around and watching. As Patrik retreated, he stood in his place.

"Who are you?" Zale doesn't like it, even though they're funding this place, because it's Nocturnal, but Zale doesn't like anything sassy in the place.

The old man stood up. End observation. And get close to Zale.

"Oh, I'm sorry this sassy old man, Mr. Zale, introduce me to Bornt Marky" a friendly and also terrible slanted smile at the same time.

Zale tried to hide his nervousness. Siaal! So this is what Bill meant yesterday. The boss came straight to him.

If yesterday he could've turned down Bill but now, Zale is stretching his muscles, this is how to get rid of nervousness.

He stood up, "I'm sorry for my disrespect, Mr. Marky, please sit here" Zale directed Marky to a room in the lab.

There is a soft sofa and table. Before he headed for the box with the screen, he ordered the robot maid to make them a drink.

"No need to bother Mr. Zale." Marky has got what she wants.

"I just want to say hello to you, is there anything you need for this laboratory that you want? Or is there less?" Basa stale Marky.

Zale was still trying to calm himself down. "No sir, the facilities are Nocturnal and I agree are all satisfactory"

Matky nodded, he leaned his back, and sucked his cigar. "So .. when will the discovery be completed? He said stay a little more? Does it still take time?" Marky's casual questions are at the core.

"Tests and checks? So can I test now? That tool in front?" Marky pointed at the device outside her room.

"I'm sorry Mr. Marky, but now it's not perfect, I can't let my spelling partner see the imperfections in the research that I and my colleagues are doing" Zale said. Or trying to calm down.

Marky raised the corner of her lips. He grabbed his drink cup that the robot maid had prepared. He sipped the drink.

"Then I wait for that soon perfection" Marky stood up from her sofa. He stepped out and passed a large device in the middle of Zale's laboratory. "So soon, soon" Zale said. He followed Marky out.

A smile does not come off his lips. "I'm not that patient, Mr. Zale." Marky put on her hat and walked away from Zale's lab. And make Zale breathe a sigh of relief.

Marky moved her two fingers, index finger as well as middle finger to call Patrik closer.

"I'm Sir?"

"Do what is planned"

"Each Lord" Patrik nodded and moved away, then closed the door to Marky's vehicle.

Patrik didn't go with the boss. He stood with the building in front of him before a few vehicles arrived.

A swarm of special elite troops in black clothes descended. They were equipped with firearms in their hands.

The code they received from Patrik's head. And the sound of the footsteps entering Zale's laboratory building.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" a shout sounded from where Patrik was standing.

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!"

"NO!"

"DON'T!"

"STOP IT!" zale shouted, There one approached Patrik, he saluted Patrik.

"Done up!" Order Patrik cold.

The chairman nodded, then went back inside, Patrik stepped towards his vehicle. He could still hear Zale. Then followed by a series of sounds of firearm eruptions. Patrik is sitting himself in his vehicle.

Then silence. Patrik glanced at the Zale laboratory building. "Road" the vehicle darted away from the place.

Tbc.