“Well, what do you want us to do? We can’t just let you go. Mayhem will definitely find you then.” I paused to collect myself and started again. “Look, the Bureau, Agent Taylor and I, are gonna do our best to keep you safe, alright? Just trust us.” I replied.
Matthews stared silently at the table that was in front of her.
“One thing I want to know, Miss Matthews,” Taylor began, “is how did you heal?”
“To be honest, I’m not exactly sure. I have a pretty good idea, though.” Matthews sighed and continued, “I was the first person to be tested on; but it didn’t work. The cut I gave myself didn’t heal any faster then it usually would. We thought that it had been killed by my immune system, but --I don’t know-- maybe it was just dormant. Oh, the cut that I got while removing your watch is gone.”
I looked at my wrist and realized that it was gone.
“Well, like Agent Cartwright said, Miss Matthews, trust us. I would die before anything happened to you.” Taylor contemplated what he had just said, “That was a poor choice of words.”
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Somewhere in the recesses of a place I can not name, a meeting was being held. One that a person wouldn't want to find himself attending, for the room had an eerie feeling that hung about it.
"These are the two men who took Matthews." said a man in a suit as he slid two manila folders across the table to another impeccably dressed man who was seated at the other side. "We haven't identified them yet, but we're getting close."
"When you find them, give the dark-haired gentleman the warning. Something about him tells me he's a mystery worth solving."
"What about the blonde?"
"Take him, along with Miss Matthews. He seems rather amusing. He might even make a good henchman."
"Yes, sir."
