SPRİMAS

I took the stick off the ground and lowered it hard on the back of his head, he fainted, watching it fall to the ground, and I was thinking about what they were looking for with LSD, exhaled and turned to the man.

I looked into my aching palms. I threw the stick to the ground.

I threw my hair back and approached the man, he wanted to look not afraid, but he knew that I saw the deepest scraps of fear.

"Anything you want to add?"

"No-" I was starting to get angry now, I spoke with a hissing voice that I hoped was scary.

"I'll kill you. Be sure I will do that!" I picked the stick off the ground and turned it into an unconscious body. His face was unrecognizable by blood.

"Shall we try it on it?" I calmly took the syringe filled with LSD out of my pocket.

After spraying a little in the air like a nurse, I leaned over to her.

"Do you want to see how LSD will affect him?" I spoke with an eyebrow raised.

"Or would you kill?" I snickered. I took out the small pocket knife from my pocket that I took while he was sleeping. I skillfully took out his knife and examined it in my hand.

"Or watch the cerebral fluid flow as I head him off? Which one?"

He did not answer. I made a deep cut with the pocket knife just above the woman's knee.

His gaze was on the body lying unconscious in front of me, like a tennis match.

Then I grabbed the tip of the knife where the upper femoral veins were located (slightly below the groin in the upper leg).

"What if I cut this place?" he answered stammering.

"He dies from blood loss." I laughed. The blood flowing from the cut was spreading towards me.

I gave my breath out loud, I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted him to think so.

But I wouldn't even blink if I had a hard time. Just as I will sink the pocket knife

"Stop, stop okay!" She swallowed.

"OK I'll talk."

"But I want you to bandage your wound." I was able, unwillingly, to wrap the cut area between the remaining sheets of linen and the blood still flowing.

I sat opposite the man and I had the pocket knife in my hand, it was bloody. I spoke while keeping my cool.

"Start with security!"

"There are a total of 17 sprima on duty on each floor-" my eyebrows were spontaneously frowned.

He must have understood what to ask so he answered without me.

"Sprimas are guardians of the primus." I nodded, it must have been the sprima who used the weapon that temporarily paralyzed me.

The light bulb that suddenly burned in my brain showed me what to remember, I remembered the inscription on the collar sp ... it must have been sprima.

I exhale with relief.

" Go on. "

"The gunmen and some of them carry narcotics that cause temporary paralysis."

"The place where their center is located covers more than half of the floor, starting from the left corridor on level 3, and only those with pass permit can enter with a chip card. The room where the guns are stored and the room of the president are on the same floor where the guns are stored, the farthest room of the right corridor is protected separately on 2 sprima sides. Change every 6 hours. They are doing. "

"The others?" Gathered his breath and continued.

"Sprimas change between floors every 4 hours except the gun room and the president's room. After 12 hours, other sprimas take their place."

"Okay. Talk about the cameras."

"All other floors and corridors, except the president's room, the laboratory and the rooms on this floor, are monitored by senior security guards 24 hours a day.

There are 3 recording rooms in total; In the center of the sprima at level 3- "

"Which floors are being watched in the recording room at level 3?"

"It's own floor, gun room and hostage floor." They caught me thanks to cameras.

"On the 5th level, the cell floor corridors and entrance area. On the 6th level, the dining hall and dormitory are watched."

"Is it over?" As if there was something difficult to say.

"We… we have an army." That might be interesting for me, I started to listen carefully.

"He… he was given LSD and it had huge side effects." I was frowning frowning. What a huge impact it could have, he was talking about building a whole army after all.

"He didn't feel any pain, and he was very strong."

"Just one person?"

"It was a person before, then they replicated him."

" How? "

"With a marrow transplant."

"I said it was a bad idea, but… it was decided to do it due to the majority of votes." He released his shaky breath.

"We call them the army of skeletons," I felt the hairs on my back goosebumps.

Why did they feel the need to name such a name?

" Why is that? "

"Due to the side effect of LSD on their body, the layers of muscle that surround the bones become integrated and hardened with the bone."

"When did the side effects begin to occur?" His face looked instantly white as he remembered a terrible memory.

"I was one of those who gave him LSD. After we gave him the medicine and left the room, ten minutes had only passed, there was an emergency warning in the sprima center. We took our breath at the center when we heard about the hostages. We saw him from the records, he seemed crazy, as if his soul could not fit in his body. He was hitting himself against the walls, throwing himself on the floor. Even the six sent sprimas hardly conquered him.

Even dope guns didn't affect him. When they finally caught them, they were immediately taken under investigation.

I was in charge of the review team. His eyes with prominent veins ran into the pit, and it was impossible to happen in such a short time. "I left him with his emotional state and stood up.

"Anything else?" He shook his head.

"Can you get me out of here?" She immediately shrugged from her intense emotions and looked at me, her eyes were wide open, with one breath

"No way out of here!" I looked at him as he picked up the bat.

"You think so!" My metal stick, which I swung quickly, was the last thing he saw.