RA Rambles- Someone told part 1
2 years at black mesa and she hadn’t had a single issue to ever complain about at black mesa. Why would she? A cushy researcher job that had served her well and was able to work with limited “ethical” questions asked. Especially when it came to the steroid experiments she was conducting on her current batch of subject of apes. It was going so well too; she was close to a breakthrough. So incredibly close to moving on with what type of subjects she could work on…
But no, on paper the admin’s kid Mathew, was the one close to the breakthrough. Not that the name mattered to her. In her head and in private settings the kids name was Bastard. She stayed quiet of course. Father had taught her to do so. Stay quiet, gather evidence and solve the issue with no trouble. After all, the boy served no use in the lab. He manhandled the already very aggravated apes and could not spell half of the terms she wrote about. A pure example of her father’s model of a useless and broken person who has not been taught how to live by themselves.
Why if she had a choice in the matter at hand, she would have had them removed and taken to wherever the missing black mesa employees went. No questions asked and no looking back. But that approach, the one that involved her being loud and drawing attention to herself would have her taken instantly. And that just would not work in her favour. That or at the very least moved into a least favourable department. Gods, if she ended up with the necromancy department…ugh. No one likes them. Creepy body horror freaks who flaunt their extravagance freely. Barely worth her time, not when she had Bastard to deal with.
She was nearly ready to submit an anonymous complain with the help of her partner Tony. They were going to fill the form in over lunch, a form disguised as some notes for a possible research project. She didn’t need to lose her job over this, and she didn’t want her name attached to it either. The fact that Bastard has stolen other people’s work served this plan well.
Or it would if she wasn’t called into some impromptu performance review of her work. She hated to leave Tony waiting but the message she got about this seemed urgent. However, she had a gut feeling that something was up about the entire thing. She would have asked someone to come with her, but most had left the lab by the time she had to go to the meeting.
The walk there was eerie and made that feeling of dread growing in the back of her skull. The feeling that this was going to be her end and – no. She stops that spiralling thought as she approaches the room, she was meant to have her performance review. Putting that thought into a little box at the back of her head and with a light knock on the door she walked into the room.
Why is it a dark interrogation room?
“I’m here for my performance review? Am I in the right room?” She asks quietly. A stern looking man in a suit crisp enough to cut steel sat in the dark interrogation room looking over a folder. Lifting his head in my direct causing me to hesitate.
“Ms Judith Wells, nice of you to arrive on time. Have a seat” She guesses that’s an answer, but she hesitates a bit.
Something isn’t right, the room is too dark, and she can only see the man and the table containing a single manila folder. When tries to step away she is dragged into the dark room by armed guards and the door closes behind her.
Uh oh.
“We’ve been informed by an anonymous source that you intend to put a complaint in about plagiarism that Mr Andrian has done” That statement implied that they knew. They knew someone was stealing her work and they let it go on. She decided to stay quiet and just glare, how dare they allow this to happen. Her hard work was being stolen.
“No explanation…oh well. As it stands, Mr Andrian’s father can’t have that serious of a complaint go against his son and ruin his reputation as a result. As a result, he has moved you onto a new project away from his son. “She raised an eyebrow before responding.
“What project?” She inquired.
“Ah, this is where it gets interesting. You aren’t going to be part of the research team” He ended saying that with a sly smile. He did not have to elaborate, and she didn’t want to stay.
“No thanks you, I’ll stay with my current one. “As she got up and walked towards the door to leave, she is grabbed roughly by the armed guards by the door.
“A very bold assumption to make. No, I am afraid to inform you that you don’t have a choice.” He gives a quick nod, and the guards start to drag her out.
“LET ME GO!” As much as she repeats those three words she is never seen or heard from again.
She no longer cared what the man in the suit said or why she was there. She wanted out. She wanted to see Tony again. Wanted free from the tiny dark room and the guards trying to hold her down. She even managed to wriggle out but her escape was instantly cut short by one of the guards tackling and pulling her arm back forcefully.
Too forcefully…her arm isn’t meant to make that much crunching noises all at once. Her arm isn’t meant to be in this much pain. Her arm looks wrong. They broke her arm…She started screaming but it quickly died in her throat as she felt a needle prick on her neck.
The world then went dark and no one would see Judith again.