The viewing room was lit with the light from the screens as Hunter processed where to go from here. He scratched his chin, jerking in surprise when he felt the sharp hairs growing there. He hadn't gotten much sleep lately. "Three… no five… maybe?… but where… what kinds of factors… another subject…" he mumbled to himself. Lead assistant Harold Beckens walked over to him.
"Sir," he started. "I'm not sure about the testing."
Hunter looked up. "Why not?"
The man shifted uncomfortably. "It's just that things are advancing a little faster… better than we'd prepared for. We have no idea what this could lead to, but we don't want to rush anything is all."
Hunter shrugged. "Fine, if you really think so. It'll take him at very least a week to solve the door, and by then we will have everything we want set up. All the variables, everything. Just calm down and focus. Now get back to work."
Beckens bowed stiffly and left without another word. Hunter sat back in his chair. Everything was falling apart in the world, and this project could not under any circumstances fall through. His head in his hands, he sighed and thought about the mistakes he'd made. Hopefully, hopefully, he'd be able to pull everything out of the nosedive it was in. He sat up in his chair, grabbed a laptop, and began working again.
Damian was still stunned. The sphere was monstrous. It was obviously made well, too. His rifle didn't do an incredible lot against the thing. He wanted to take it apart, see how it worked. Stooping down, he felt inside the shell. With a creak it shifted slightly, then slid off. He flipped it over and inspected the inside. There were wires and gears all over. Each bore the logo LARCO on it. Suddenly he had a flashback. The man on the screen that he'd seen right before he'd blacked out. He was holding a syringe, staring down at Damian. Then Damian was looking at a tall building. Then a reactor room. Then he returned to the present. "So I really am a test subject after all," he mumbled to himself. He really hated the feeling, like a rodent having to live purely for experimentation. He nearly felt sick.
He turned back to the rest of the sphere. There was something glowing the the center, just faintly. He reached inside and pulled it out, struggling against a tangle of wires. It was the firing mechanism, a large bolt meant to slam projectiles out at attackers. It must've been about seven inches in diameter. Just faintly, something itched at the back of Damian's mind. He smirked to himself. "I guess I'll just have to play your silly little game," he called out to the empty halls. He picked up his rifle and walked back the way he'd come, clutching his prize.
End of chapter three.
HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS… I think I'm getting better. That, to I'm just slowly becoming more deluded as time goes on. Anyhoo, here's some pics of some other deadly and or famous spheres from throughout our media culture and real life:
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