Outside the asylum
“W hat do you mean the asylum is empty?” The Interpol officer gritted his teeth, trying to avoid the cameras and lowering his voice. He pulled the other officer with the news to a side, so they could talk in private.
“That’s what our men told me,” the younger officer told his boss. “The asylum is empty. They disappeared like magic.”
“That’s impossible,” the major hissed with veins popping out of his neck. “They’re not Houdini. It’s just impossible. What do you want me to tell the public now?”
“We’ve already told them we’ve caught everyone inside and killed most of the terrorists. We had to. Just to cool things down.”
“It won’t be the first time we lie to the public about our achievements, but that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m going crazy here. How did they vanish?”
“Wait.” the younger officer received a dispatch. He listened carefully then turned back to his superior. “I’ve been told there are couple of rooms that are sealed. It’s possible that they’re crammed in there.”
“Crammed in one room? What kind of room is that?”
“One of them is what is labeled ‘Control Room.’ It seems high tech and has a steel door. They’re trying to break in now.”
“Is that all?”
“A few of our officers by the river on the southern side are reporting strange movements in the dark. They’re shooting at them, but can’t see who they are. They’ve just asked for the proper lights and equipment to investigate.”
The major held his boiling head with both hands. “This is insane. Just find out what’s going on. RIGHT NOW!”