The dog somehow managed to stay conscious for the three-minute drive, but the whining never stopped. Blood was soaking through Cevil's woolen pants, but fortunately not much. Just as Fate had said, they turned the left corner, went straight for another minute and had arrived. Along the road, there was nothing but snow. Then continued for a minute, it was a dead end, a mountain of rock standing at its left, and a farmhouse style suburban standing by itself with nothing around it but a river snaking from behind, then it turned and reached the mountain, forming an end. The river was crystal clear, blue, Cevil could see the weeds in it, but no fishes. Fate skidded to a halt in front of the suburban, others followed, then they hopped out of the car. Cevil could finally have a closer look at the suburban. It was built with a dark grey tiled roof, white brick walls and tinted glass in black frames. Fate led the way in, while the armed men got ready in their position, each aiming at different directions with machine guns.
The wall inside led up to a triangle roof. There were two windows beside the door, each having a loose curtain dangling from above. There was a brick wall on the right side, a fireplace in it covered by transparent glass panel, and a TV placed above it. There were two leather sofas, one of its back facing the main door, the other was facing the television. Two armchairs were placed at the other side, leather, too, and every of them had striped black and white pillows. A square coffee table stood in the middle of them, with a vase of flowers in the middle. The living room. There was a door on the other side, and a spiral staircase leading up ahead, with another door beside. Cevil was tempted to explore the house, but he remembered the wounded dog that was cuddling in his arms. Despite everything, Cevil was relieved to see the dog stop bleeding. But the blood earlier hadn't dried and was dripping onto the wooden floor.
Fate led them into the door beside the stair, other men closed the main door behind and entered the house. The door was made of solid wood, with a golden round doorknob that was twisted by Fate, then it swung open. They made their way down a flight of stairs, then reached the end of it. Another door. But this time metal. Fate unbolted the door swiftly and they entered. The sensor detected it and the lights flickered on, revealing a large underground room with square red brick walls. There were many cages, all by the wall, from the left to the right side of the room. A couple of German Shepherds were laying lazily in the cages but twitched their ears and sat up the moment the lights flickered. They started barking and growling, trying to threaten. Cevil counted the cages, just to realize that there was only one, all of them combined and linked. There was a small table beside him, with another vase on it. Fate gripped the neck of it and twisted it clockwise twice and anticlockwise once. At once, Cevil found himself and his vision trembling, unable to stand properly with balance. Immediately, he led out a hand and pressed himself against the wall, the other still carrying the dog. Seconds later, Cevil realized it was the floor shuddering instead of him. White concrete walls began to rise from the floor. Cevil was too shocked to register it into his mind, and he preferred closing his eyes, which was what he had done. Then he felt something push him and he stumbled backwards.
The next moment he opened his eyes, he found himself facing another door. The red brick room had disappeared. Fate slid the door open and Cevil found himself in a completely different room, as if he had just teleported. The red bricks had turned to pure white concrete, and the wooden floor had transformed into a stone floor. The room used to be much bigger, but now it was as if it had been cut in half. There was a metal operating table in the middle of the room, with two operating theatre lights facing the table, a machine which Cevil knew nothing about with what looked like a saline bag below it, and at one side of the wall, was a cabinet with medicines. On the right side, there was a sink, towels, and more cabinets. Two stools stood on each side of a tall modern table, at the left side of the room. A man was sitting on one of the stools, swirling a red wine glass in his right hand. He was medium sized, almost overweight, wearing a collar shirt and cargo shorts. He had brown hair and a round face with a double chin. He took a sip of wine as they entered, then he left it on the table and greeted them unhurriedly. "Welcome, Fate! It's been some time..." he said in German. They embraced as Fate muttered something back in German too. "Got another dog?" the man asked, switching the language to English. "And who's these two little dudes?" he reached his hand out, which KJ shook once again. "Let me see..." He took the puppy into his hands and rested it on the operating table.
"Rottie! What a dog!" the man exclaimed, "But oh, he's in a dangerous situation, I'll have to operate now," he said, after examining the puppy. "May you all, please leave," he gestured towards the door. Then he grabbed a blue scrub from the cabinet and very soon wore it around himself. Cevil watched everything in complete puzzlement, as he got pushed out of the room by Fate. "Wait, I can help," KJ protested as he was pushed. Fate agreed, leaving KJ with the man, he stepped out of the room and swung the door close.
"What happened?" Cevil asked quietly.
"It's not the time to explain." Fate lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. "They'll be done soon," he added, then he leant against the wall and silence took over them.