Jack rifled through his pocket, desperately searching for the last quarter which would secure him the sustenance he so desired. He finally pulled out the last silver moose head from his pocket and inserted it into the vending machine before him. E-3 was the code to dispense the turkey bacon sandwich that Jack had eaten every day for almost twenty-two years. As Jack bent down to retrieve his lunch, he heard the sound of Italian leather shoes on cool floor tiles echoing down the hall behind him. As jack began to rise he heard a familiar deep voice behind him. “Hello Jack, how have the Locust projects been going? Made any interesting progress?”
Jack turned around, still unwrapping his lunch, he replied. “Now Max, it’s only been a week since you last checked up on me. Surely you have better things to do then visit little old’ me.”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m not eager to see what progress you’ve made. Besides, it’s always nice to getting to chat with you after an exhausting day running the company.”
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“Exhausting”. If there was one word to describe Jack’s day, that was it. He had gotten up, same as every day, and began running from one end of his grimy cell to the other. Over and over again, training his body. Although Jack had no clock within his cell, he knew it only took 300 or so lengths for his breakfast to arrive, but today so far no food had arrived. As Jack completed the 427th length of his cold cement cell, he faced the grim realisation that no food was coming for him.
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“Well Max,” Jack finished his sandwich with one last bite, “I do have something interesting. Well, I will in a few hours. After lunch I’m going to start the operations on the Talon subject.
“Talon? Already?” Max was taken aback by Jack’s progress. A rarity, and one Jack was quick to enjoy. “I thought you had only gotten the subjects last week. How can you be ready for surgery already?” Jack tossed his sandwich wrapper into the garbage. “It was one of the new subjects, Hunter Munroe. He completed all of the testing with above average scores, without the need for conditioning. I’m not sure where you got him, but he is a perfect subject for the Locust projects, and I’m sure he’ll provide ample data on the Talon procedures.”
“Oh, I’m sure he will. I believe Mr. Munroe was a sniper in the military. Well, before he was sent off to prison for killing his entire team. At any rate, I can’t wait to see the surgery. I always love seeing you work.”
“In that case lets head off, I hope the new doctors don’t get squeamish.” Jack and Max began walking down the hall, the sound of Jack’s polished black shoes, and Max’s Italian leather echoing down the hall as Max told Jack about his meeting with the board that morning.
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Mr. Smiley paced once again in front of Jack, still not finished with his questioning. Jack felt like he was in an endless interrogation, he felt physically tired from answering the endless stream of inquiries. “Dr. Savage, the one question I’m sure the jury would love to hear you answer, is what your relationship with Mr. Maximum is like.”
Jack began bitterly. “He locked me away for three years. How should our relationship be?”
“But you two were friends, correct?”
“He locked me away for three years.”
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