Chapter XIII

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Hopefully, one of the best chapters!

Not sure if you're going to cry or not...

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The plan was all relying on the security of Adam’s old hiding. Fortunately, the place had the entrance outside the enclosure of the Centre, which was starting with a long tunnel all the way to the Centre’s basement. Adam sustained that the tunnels have been built during the 2nd World War by the people who wanted to protect their families. Those tunnels were spread all around the city.

The first thing to do was to avoid the guardians and to disconnect the security check – the doors and the coded panels. Adam’s hideout was placed around the back area of the Centre, which wasn’t protected too much so we could filter very easily into the main building. Once we entered we could see that each blocked door had at least one guardian.

The Centre was not a very important one; the Principal Premises was located somewhere in Toronto; so that meant the protection wasn’t overly ensured for only a lost building. I could’ve sworn that the guardians were only starting to secure the most populated area. They didn’t have cells because they had nobody to hold as a hostage. Or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I haven’t seen the rest of the Centre. I knew they had a laboratory and I even met a group of doctors and researchers which included a past middle age lady: Adelpha Barton. She was the chief of the group. Her job consisted of examining the effects of some experiments. I had the opportunity to talk to her, but I acknowledged that I was still a prisoner who couldn’t carry the things too far to satisfy my own curiosity and it’s needless to say she was vigilant when speaking to me. I literally couldn’t trust anybody there.

Christina had her own guardians who were following her everywhere. They were both acting so professional, like her protection was the only important thing, no matter what happened around them. Their names were Aden and Hardy. While Hardy, having certain hoariness, knew exactly what his job was asking for, Aden was much younger and, I supposed, a novice at those kind of stuff. Hardy had a firm stance every time, with no hesitation, no distraction. Aden was sometimes pissed that he was younger and less powerful which made him irritable and he was sick of Christina’s orders that were underestimating his strength and knowledge. I got to know Aden very well because he was around me all the time: in the cafeteria, on the way to my room, outside the building, at my meetings with James… He was never talking, but sometimes, when he was in a good mood, I could see a mustered grin on his figure. I’d be far if I thought I could create a friendship between us, but his spite for Christina could make him give me some answers or even be my ally.

However, not these guards were the main problem.

We took two days to settle the plan perfectly and to get what it takes to defeat the security. Besides the information Adam owned, he was, surprisingly, also a pretty good and clever nerd, which included hacking systems, defusing bombs, using different weapons and so on. I could not manage to do all that, but I was pretty confident that I knew how to use a gun or a Taser. My father didn’t teach me how to use my body to defend but to control a deadly weapon so I can put my enemy out of action quickly. At first I had difficulties because I was afraid of even holding a gun, but as the time passed and as I was practicing, it became very easy and, obviously, useful.

So as everything was going perfectly, we decided to break into the building at night. If we could turn off the electricity, the building would turn into a complete dark and blind chaos and we could move easier.

The fences were normal. A little bit too high but no source of electrocution devices. Adam jumped first and told me to wait on the other side until he was sure nobody was patrolling the area. So I did. He came back with a ladder and helped me jump over the enclosure.

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