Operation M

‘Welcome to Operation M. We read the name on the far door. Apparently, they do all sort of research here, but they specialise in mutants. Door over there, we think, leads to all the specimens they have. Can’t get through though. Cracked the pad code, but we can’t get the voice command,’ explained George, a look of disappointment on his face.

‘Come on; let’s see if we can’t crack this code. Can’t be too difficult, can it?’ I replied. George led the way, weaving about the tables. Finally, they reached the door. It looked thick and heavy. The hinges alone must have weighed loads.

 A metallic voice, neither male nor female, said ‘ENTER PASSCODE

 He typed the code in: HEAD OF DEPARTMENT – MR WILLIAMSON

Weird, was the first thing that went through my head.

It now said ‘CORRECT. SAY VOICECODE

‘Aronis Nach,’ I replied immediately.

VOICECODE CORRECT. PLEASE STATE NAME’ the kids sighed, longing the codes and rubbish out of the way.

‘Mr-’ I started, but George got there before me.

‘Hartley,’

STATE POSITION’ the infuriating thing replied

‘Head of Science,’

ACCESS GRANTED’ it said at last. The strange hiss of an airtight lock opening filled the tense silence of the underground lab. It led to an antechamber with space suit like things with air tanks on the back. There were only four. 

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