Her scent

Dead men do tell tales

The body got secured and easily risen when a powerful booming is heard inside the room and some containers schematically placed and hidden under the floor inside the room start to eliminate some sort of toxic gaze. The next few moments, there where kicks and shoves all over and swearing between colleagues until the embarking of the dead body into the assigned car and, implicit, the evacuation of the building itself. Dillard got up into the truck with the body, being followed by Margret in her own car and went to the lab as it was the safest thing to do at this time.

Margret’s Volkswagen was rushing on the streets behind the truck with the corpse inside, ready for the autopsy. They were heading for the headquarters.

In the middle of the town, there was a great, beautiful building. And behind this building, basically in its cesspool there was the little headquarters at the size of a garage. That was the main department and the pride of the whole institute. They were getting closer to the place and Dillard pulls his head out of the window along with a remote. He presses the button and the garage’s door gets opened. Yes, the headquarters of the size of a garage had his own garage, surprisingly. The car didn’t fit in the smaller garage so they had to grab the body on a handbarrow and sneak inside the narrow space.

"Get in, quickly!", yells Dillard.

Margret gets off her car, locks it and runs to the inside of the garage, now even narrower. As soon as they both get in, Dillard strikes a red big circular button, somewhere on their right. Slowly, the door of the garage closes, allowing the garage to suddenly seal itself and turn into some kind of metal soundproofed box. The floor comes undone like a platform and starts descending. It is like an elevator. The floor was going down faster and faster until it hit the final destination and a powerful crash was heard, yet not felt. Or maybe the floor was just too thick and the impact had no effect on them.

They both get off of the tight platform together with the handbarrow which accompanied them. At the exit of the wannabe elevator there was a hall as narrow as the elevator they were in, or maybe even narrower, where there was a closed shut door and an attempt of a landline whose cable was hanging nearly to the ground. Dillard fastened to the phone and formed some code number, then put the receiver back into its fork. Suddenly, from the right upside corner, a speaker with the size of a tea bag emitted a strong, yet soft sound like a woman’s voice which was saying: “Alert sensed. Doctor Matthews is now inviting you inside.”.

A second after the mechanical, yet suave voice finished her speech, the door before them opened and the two of them got inside. The driver that assisted them all the way there and that they didn’t quite notice until then, was finally allowed to push the handbarrow to the morgue and leave.