Stark, white lights illuminated the pristine facility. The floor, seeming more like mirror than tiles, reflected the fluorescent glow. Scientists rushed down the long hallway in starchy white lab coats. The only thing that seemed to separate this place fro a doctor’s laboratory were the rooms. Each door was made of thick steel, ensuring whatever was inside those cells wasn’t getting out. Windows made of glass so thick that it could probably hold the Hoover Dam without cracking, were placed adjacent to the ominous doors.
In the midst of all the scientists one person seemed out of place. The off-white suit with a garish orange shirt beneath it was only offset by the striped khaki pants and snakeskin boots. The man looked as if he had pulled himself out of a 1970s disco film. As the saying goes, “the clothes made the man” and it made this man look like a fool. He was peering into one of the windows, idly chewing on a hangnail. upon seeing a pair of nearby scientists going over their notes, he whistled at them.
“Youse two. Ovah here. Where’s the file on this guy?” he gestured into the holding cell of one remarkably human looking specimen. One of the scientists, perturbed at getting whistled at like a dog, soundlessly handed the man the folder. He flipped through it, memorizing only the important parts, then shoved the folder back to the irritated scientist.
He approached the door and pulled down a latch that allowed him to be eye-level with the specimen and yelled at him. “Nap time’s ovah!” He then gave a low chuckle, “Boinside, I’ve got an offer for you that you can’t refuse.”
A cold grin lit up his homely face as he awaited the specimen’s response.
