A rising fall (City Book 1)

“What are you doing here? This is not your lab. This is not an anything. What is this place?” he said in a demanding and urgent tone.

The men looked at one another, shook their shoulders and then back at Marcos.

“Please do not find us rude but you have to understand we have no idea who you are. We have been instructed to converse with no man, woman or child. You will forgive us then if we ask you to leave so we can go about our work” said The Elderly Scientist.

“Do you know who I am? Open that window; now. I want see what is going on here” he yelled.

The men once again turned to one another somewhat confused and then back at Marcos who by now was ready to strike.

“Sir, please” The Elderly Scientist said holding his hands in front of his chest.

“Do you know who I am? Open those curtains now” Marcos yelled; rage washing over his rationale.

The Elderly Scientist went to the window and pulled on a black cord that hung by its side. The cloth covering the window dropped and exposed a room with two crying infants in a cot and a Mother, sitting on a white rocking chair.

Marcos looked on as The Elderly Scientist instructed the Mother to commence. She took one of The Infants, the quieter one and sat back in her rocking chair, lifting it to her breast to feed.

The Infant massaged at her breast and fell into an awkward slumber, closing its eyes then awakening to screaming and a desire for food knowing the breasts it suckled were dry and worn.

The Elderly Scientist tapped on the glass and nodded his head. Another man in white took a syringe from the table and stepped behind The Mother rocking The Infant and inserted the syringe into her vein, pushing a clear liquid into her arm then he did the same to the crying Infant; pushing the needle into a vein in its neck.

“What is that? What did he just give them?” asked Marcos.

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