DarkJak337

I walked down to the level of Johnson's lab in the facility.  I kept having to push my hair out of my eyes…if those idiotic cretins had just used their common sense, they would have realized that a chemical shower to prevent infection was unnecessary.  At least they brought my suit from my office for my meeting with Johnson.  He would probably want to know the circumstances behind his nephew's 'accidental' demise.  I play the part of the reluctant hero, give some small token gesture of sadness for Johnson's loss, and this little part of my plan would be finished.  I finally arrived at Joh

I returned the files the following morning.  Unfortunately, all that research had taken its toll.  I was so tired for my shift that I could barely focus on my work.  Lots of intel floating around the Information division suggested that a S.T.A.R.S. office was about to be added to the RCPD and the company already had a list of potential infiltration candidates.  I was both thrilled and angered that I had made the top of the list.  On the one hand, it would give me an even better set of resources to help rescue Lakota.  On the other, I would not be able to keep as close an eye on her or protect her as effectively maintaining a 9 to 5 job that w

Roughly three months had passed since the abomination I witnessed in Johnson's lab.  My transfer to the information department was complete, and I now had the optimum position to strike back at Johnson for his cruelty.  Kasuba was beyond my help.  The corporation owned him now because of the magnificent creature Lakota had become.  Despite my added responsibilities, I made sure to look at lab reports regarding her progress. The weight of her situation lay heavily upon me.  No matter what task I undertook, what job I was doing, she was never far from my thoughts.  Over the months looking, reading, I could still feel the guilt over not being a