The man slowly walked up to me where I stayed at my position. I don't have enough knowledge about this mysterious person. which is most inefficient right now. I need to look for a very precise retreat.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in here?"
The person stands right before me. He had a long whichever seems to be a leather jacket on him with black shirt and a mask. Which indicated that this person is well aware of the substance in the container. But I suspect this couldn't be operated by one person. However, the voice of this man seems quite familiar but as he spoke I found out who he is.
By the pitch of his voice, I understand who it is. The former chemist and supervisor, Thomas Johnson . However, I must not let him discover my identity.
There are several possible ways to stabilize the situation for me.
I could attempt to establish authority. Thomas may possess limited information regarding the structure. A sufficiently confident statement might force him into a defensive position. but that is strongly dependent on my speculation.
Alternatively, I could reveal my identity from our previous encounter and rely on uncertainty. However, that approach would immediately escalate the situation and reduce my available exits.
A third option involved creating a technical distraction related to the equipment. Given by Thomas's background, although the probability of surviving the consequences if he inspected the system closely was considerably lower.
"Hey! I am asking You."
"Stop just staring at me. Speak! What the hell are you doing here? Who the f-ck are you?!" I watched him being agitated.
"I am here to determine if your current operational efficiency matches your past record." I said standing up from the table despite my dizziness.
"Given your history with the research agency and your recent... dramatic phenomenon on the street, management required an independent evaluation of this site. I think your security protocols are lacking." I walked through the front door as I spoke. Thomas immediately followed after me.
"What the hell does that mean?"
He made an expression that seemed to be very uncertain about my response.
"Your security is inadequate."
"What? Speak english!"
I am speaking english.
" My linguistic framework remains unaltered by geographic location." I must admit, I do not enjoy this conversation. However, in the current scenario my physical location is compromised.
"Tell me!" he shouted.
"I entered the facility without obstacles."
"through the front door?"
"Correct."
"The lock was old." He said.
"That observation reinforces my conclusion."
"Who are you?"
"I was appointed recently. As an ...observer."
"So you don't know how to work or what? Why are you wandering around?!" he raises his voice.
"I think I got lost."
"Lost? are you serious?"
"I shall assure you, the mentioned event will not be repeated." I said to sound most sincere.
"W-why are you talking like that freak on the street the other day?" he wondered.
"I am not sure what we are talking about, Thomas."
"Yeah, I am the one who should say that and how the hell you know my name?"
"I am aware of you, I am supposed to, but you should not let yourself misjudge my competence."
"What?"
"What I am saying is, do you know who you are working for?"
"Why would I tell you? Well let me tell you something: you are in great danger, you should not have come here and mess with us! You don't know what we do, and now that we are even going to do it with you now." He steps closer to me.
"And you can do nothing! No one is going to hear your screams here. We will dissolve you to the bones." He tries to sound intimidated.
He lowered his voice." and no one will ever find out."
"Perhaps someone finds out?" I asked.
"No chance."
"but it's very possible."
"Nah, since I have been working here for three years and I myself don't know what they do with them who come across them."
"Mhm. Interesting."
"What?"
"Nevermind, I have done my work."
"And how do I believe that you are working with us?" He asked standing on my way.
"Your name is Thomas Johnson, a former chemist of a research agency, not originally a resident of Brindleford. Age 28, in order to keep low, tries muggings with the Colourful Gang. Hmm, Do the other colours in your colourful little Gang know what you do?" I asked sarcastically.
"how-how do you know that? Are you one of the management?" His voice dropped sounding nervousness.
"... Exactly."
"Oh no, I am sorry. I didn't really mean to offend you. I didn't know they were sending someone."
"Good. Now that everything is clear. I shall take my leave." I proceed to leave.
"Wait, how could I contact you?" he interrupted me again.
"Why would you want to contact me?"
"To talk? Maybe for some advice. People who come here are usually pretty rude and aggressive."
Very well.
"If it is necessary, I will contact you."
"Thank you. please don't complain about me, I misunderstand you. I will also improve the security system. I never thought in the small town anyone wouldn't be interested in coming here, no one ever did."
"I understand."
I got out of the Warehouse. It's 06:41 a.m. I went to the convenience store again in order to bug myself some food. Afterwards I returned to the motel. I checked the processing of my computer and improved some firewalls.
I got myself thinking about today's incident. I put my head on the desk and cross my arms. "I am getting reckless, this is not good."
"There is so much at stake for me."
I closed my eyes for a moment and fall asleep.