Ominous Experiment (part 12)

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‘Perhaps I should not have made fun of his uneven beard when he didn’t get to shave that morning. WAS IT THE LAST PIECE OF CAKE THAT I ATE? OR MAYBE IT WAS THE COFFEE THAT I STOLE FROM HIS DESK? OTHERWISE, WHY WOULD HE BE STANDING THERE POINTING THAT GUN AT ME?

I still can't process why I am in this situation.’

“Did you hit your head somewhere back there because like, what the heck?” Rylan was bewildered seeing Owen grasping the gun so tightly in his hands, his hands slightly trembling. He gulped quickly to clear his throat and spoke in a well-mannered tone, “Hand over that case and the password to your lock.”

“And you think I would just give it over to you, even though you know most of the details about our research? Why do you need those files?” At this point, Rylan was getting a little offended by his teammate’s actions.