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“So this is
Project M?” Erin commented. She leaned
forward across the empty chair, peering into the screens of the monitors. It was a dismal view. The cameras tracked prisoners marching in
some underground concrete tunnel. “Where
are they? The basement of some
dilapidated building? An abandoned
subway tunnel?”
“No one knows but
Mr. DeKoorce himself,” her guide, Haley, answered. “Our job here at Project HQ is simply to monitor the
progress of his projects. There is no
need for us to know the locations.”
Erin cast a
glance over her guide, taking in the straight blonde hair, polished red
fingernails, seamless makeup, and professional but attractive business
suit. Then she returned her gaze to the
monitor screen. A guard stepped into view,
raising his stick and beating one of the prisoners. It was a teenage boy with a thin face.
“What’s the boy
being beaten for?” Erin queried, checking the other Project M monitors for a
different view of what was happening.
Haley joined Erin
in her surveillance. “I am not
sure. It could be random or the guard may have suspected a form of self-expression,” she answered, squinting at a dark monitor screen.
“Self-expression?” Erin
asked, startled. Her eyes searched Haley’s face for an explanation.
Haley nodded. “You will notice that all the prisoners are
gagged – speaking is a form of self-expression and is forbidden unless they are
reciting their laws under strict supervision.
Stepping out of line would also be a form of self-expression. If a guard suspects a prisoner is thinking or acting outside of our parameters,
he must stop it,” she explained.
“It seems a bit
harsh, doesn’t it?” Erin commented, absentmindedly.
“Not at all,” was
Haley’s response. “We have to maintain
the integrity of the projects.”
“Who are these
people? Where did they come from?” Erin
queried, turning back to stare at the screen.
The beating had stopped and the boy was again staggering with the rest
of the marching prisoners.
“Most of them
came from the village, Tankoli, when it was destroyed. A few children have been added from other
villages here and there as the project goes on,” Haley explained. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair
with one hand and opened the door leading to the hall. “Shall we move on? There are other Projects…”
Erin straightened
up. “I want the charts on each of these
projects on my desk by noon,” she ordered.
Haley
smiled. “Of course,” she replied. “You inspectors from Project C are all the
same. You will find we are ready for
your demands.”
“And perhaps I
could meet with Mr. DeKoorce while I am here,” Erin suggested. “I may be able to do a better job if I know
the man himself.”
“But what better
way to get to know someone than by studying his projects?” was Haley’s
comeback. “You will meet him if he wants
you to meet him. But all the other
inspectors from Project C have conducted their duties without an interview with
our leader. You can do the same.”
Erin followed
Haley into the hallway. Two other
Project HQ employees passed them, nodding a greeting to Erin. “Have you ever met him,” Erin asked Haley.
“This is only my
second year here,” Haley responded, shaking her head no. “But I feel as if I know him quite well…just
from working here. He is a brilliant
man.”
“Indeed?” Erin
commented, through pursed lips.
Haley led her
through a large room filled with cubicles.
Project HQ employees were at nearly every desk. Around the border of the room were small
rooms, offices for higher-ranking employees.
Haley led her to one of these rooms.
“This will be
your office,” Haley told her. “I will
make sure the files are in here by noon.
Please make yourself at home.”
Haley left her
alone, closing the door behind her. Erin
sat down at the desk, slowly taking in the arrangements of the room. The low-loft carpet was a plain
bluish-gray. The walls were paneled in
false-wood. There was a large window
facing the interior cubicles and a large window facing the world outside – both
were hidden with closed blinds. A plant,
rather tall, slender, and tropical-looking, sat in one corner. The desk was a dark wood, and her chair was a
comfortable office chair – the kind with wheels on the bottom. A small wastebasket lingered close to the
desk like a loyal servant. The whole
room smelled faintly of lemon-scented cleaners.
Erin sighed
heavily and opened her top drawer, pulling out a piece of embossed letterhead.
“Sir,” she wrote. “I
arrived punctually at Project E at 9:20 this morning. A second-year intern gave me a tour of the
control rooms. It has opened many
questions to my mind, which I hope to be able to answer for you within the
fortnight. As you know, my inspection
will be thorough, and I will keep you posted on my progress. Respectfully, Erin Matvich, Inspector 927,
Project C.”
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