The parking lot was pretty empty when we got there. There weren't any cars or other suspicious vans around, so I could only guess that Flin was a special employee of...Grey Corp! I gazed up at the building before me and couldn't help but notice the giant, obnoxious letters that spelled out the company's name. "Does Grey Corp do this stuff often?" I asked Flin.
He killed the engine and responded, "Do what?"
I looked at him confused. "You know...like kidnapping children and bringing them here?" I paused for a second and exclaimed, "I bet that's how you get your test subjects, don't you?!"
He got out of the van and loudly said, "Maybe."
"How reassuring," I replied. I unbuckled my flimsy seatbelt and jumped out. I didn't dare make a run for it. Firstly, because he had a taser and a pretty good aim, I bet. Secondly, I really wanted to know what led the richest man in this nation to kidnap a kid like me. Flin started to wander off into the building. "Ahem! Do...I follow you?"
He looked back at me and said, "Yeah, you better." I hastily picked up my pace until I was right at his heels. "Also," he added, "walk beside me. I don't like it when you're behind."
I moved to his side and flashed him another cheeky grin. "Do you find me too charming to not see my face?"
"You know, you remind me of a person I know very well. And, No. I would rather see a cow get impaled before I wanted to see your face."
"That was a weird comparison, but it is my greatest honor to walk side-by-side with you, Flin." I started to skip along to his strides.
"Stop skipping." What a way to ruin the mood. I started to gallop. "Stop galloping." I shuffled my feet on the ground. "Stop shuffling your feet."
I lashed out, "For fuck's sake, haven't you ever met a kid before in your entire life?! Just bear with me for a couple of feet, would you? We're almost there anyway!" I pointed at the front entrance.
"That's not the way that we will be going," he sharply turned to the right and said, "We'll be taking the side entrance."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I looped all the cameras there."
I put my hands behind my head and leaned on them. "Right, 'cause that's the obvious thing to do."
"Precisely."
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Micheal POV:
I texted Flin once more to confirm where he was. *Ding* He replied instantaneously. 'We're taking the side entrance right now.' Good. I can't wait to meet Vincent.
"Micheal? Can I come in?" Angela's voice floated inside the office.
"Angela! What are you doing here?" I asked. She wasn't supposed to be here.
She let herself in the room and replied, "Well, I am your secretary, so it's kind of like my job, right?"
I relaxed. "Yeah, yeah! You're right! I was just thinking of another thing at the moment." I gave her a warm smile. In reality, I was sweating bullets. They would be here any minute now.
"Micheal," she called out to me, "I-I wanted to talk about what happened at my aunt's house the other day."
I looked at the elevator behind her and saw the numbers glow. "That's right...Angela, can we talk about his later, please?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for my brother's reaction towards you, and I hope you won't hate him because of it." She turned her back to me and gracefully stepped forward to the elevator.
I nearly raised my voice to the limits before I calmed down and said, "Angela, you need to step away from the elevator."
She swiped her hair across her face and asked, "Why?"
"You just have to, okay? I can't really give you an explanation." What the fuck was I saying? That didn't even sound convincing to me; how was I supposed to fool- I mean, dissuade her now?
Angela looked at the elevator's rising numbers and then back at me. "You have guests?"
I was saved. I leaped on the opportunity. "Yes! I have guests!" I calmed down a little and continued, "These are very important guests too. So, would you mind if you would take the stairs for me this time?"
She gave me her endearing smile and said, "Sure!"
She started to walk out of the door, slowly. The elevator was about to open. I could not let her see what was going to happen. I jumped up and ran towards her. "Angela, let's get you out of here, shall we?" I asked a rhetorical question. I shuffled her out of the room and pushed her through the door.
"Michea-" *Slam!* I shut the door hard in her face.
Fuck! I yelled through the material, 'Angela! I AM SO SORRY! BUT YOU HAVE TO CLIMB OUT OF MY ASS FOR THIS ONCE! OKAY? I WILL EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU LATER!"
I didn't hear an answerback. I fucked it.
Out of nowhere, the sound of my teenage voice erupted through the room, "You having some girlfriend troubles?" I stared at the kid- Vincent- who walked out of the elevator with Flin by his side. "Aren't you too old to have a girlfriend in the first place?"
***
We settled down in our respective seats. I was sitting on my natural, swirly chair, and Vincent was sitting as opposed to me on a cushioned one. Flin was standing off to the corner. Vincent broke the silence first, "Do you know where George and Bill are?"
I stopped spinning around and said, "Who?"
"You know, the twins? Dirty blonde hair, greyish-blue eyes? They were with me throughout the entire competition? Which I am sure you were watching the entire time."
"Oh!" I remembered, "We'll talk about them later! We have some important matters to discuss as of now." Silence entered once more.
Vincent started to drum his hands against the mahogany desk, I began to spin around in my chair, and Flin was just staring off into black space. This continued for almost an hour. I was hypnotized by the dizziness of the chair, Vincent was still upholding new and diverse beats that he wouldn't stop trying, and Flin...he was just there. To each their own, I guess. Vince broke the silence, again. "Are we going to get to the matters? Or are we going to do whatever the hell that we've been doing for the last hour?" He took a short pause to finish off his solo and added, "'Cause I'm fine with either."
I stopped spinning. Bad choice. A wave of inertia hit me like a ton of bricks. I replied, "I'm fine with it too." I started to spin again.
Vincent burst, "I WAS BEING SARCASTIC, ASSHOLE!!! You literally had me kidnapped in a back of a van that smelled like weed, make hellish small talk with that motherfucker over there, and watch you spin along to my stupid drum solos for over an hour! Are you secretly autistic or something?!"
I stopped spinning again. I was hit by the same ton of bricks. Again. I grinned at him and said, "You better hope not."
"Why?"
"If I have it, then most chances are that you have it." I pushed a file of reports closer to him.
"How?"
"'Cause, you're my clone." I tapped the DNA results with my finger. I had finally confirmed it.