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The Epsilon Conspiracy
Part 1: Alfred Keller
I walk down the hallway, following General West. Soldiers walk in lines like drones down either side of the hallway going in opposite directions. The general turns around, "I don't know too much about you Keller, your file was restricted." he says in a gruff, Texan accent.
"I don't know why, you should have been able to look at it."
"So why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself."
"I don't want to sound like I'm bragging."
The general stops walking and turns around, "Boy, after all of the recommendations that were given on you to put you on this case, you deserve some bragging rights."
I take a deep breath, "When I graduated from high school, I went into college on a full scholarship for criminal investigation. A week before I was going to get my masters, an FBI agent came to the college and sat me down and we talked about my scores. I graduated top of the class by the way. The agent told me that the reason that he was there is because my scores were the highest they had seen in a long time."
General West lightly hits me in the arm, "Mr. smarty."
I smile, slightly embarrassed, "He told me that, with my skills, I was meant for so much more than murder cases. He said that he would give me a few days to think about it. I went home and had my mind made up before I went to bed that night. Two days later, I got a call from that same agent, asking me about my decision."
"And, what was it?"
"I'm here, aren't I? I didn't receive my masters the next week. Instead, the government put me through another four years of a special course. I studied all kinds of things that I didn't even know existed. My teacher was none other than that same FBI agent. After I passed all of the tests and exams they gave me, I became a member of one of three facilities. Delta, Sigma, and Epsilon, and I belong to Sigma facility."
"Who was the agent?"
"His name was Jeremiah Lorens."
West gets a bothered look on his face, "The head of the Epsilon facility."
"You know him?"
"Yeah," West sighs, "he's my brother."
"Isn't your last name West?"
"No, It's my first name. West is short for Wesley, I added the t at the end so it sounded like my last name."
"When is the last time you talked to your brother?" I pull out a pen and small note pad.
"About two months ago, he told me that the research division hit something big, but he wouldn't tell me what it was."
"The research division of Epsilon found out how to regenerate dead human tissue, among other things."
"That's impossible." He says with doubt in his voice.
"Yes, it is, without human test subjects. That's what I'm investigating. People in the nearby town of Lorenzo started to disappear."
"Lorenzo is all the way in Arizona."
"That's true, but Epsilon is in the middle of nowhere, Lorenzo is the closest thing to them. People started turning in reports of missing relatives. Shortly after, the people that made the reports, disappeared. So any leads that we would get, were quickly lost."
"My brother can be strange, but I doubt kidnapping people is something that is on his agenda."
"Well, people are going missing and I intend to find out why."
"If my brother is at the center of this, I will help you in any way that I can. I love him, but I can't condone something so cruel."
"Thank you, any help will be greatly appreciated." So we make our way down the hallway of the Delta facility, towards the communications room. On the way, we pass a room, with seven people all glued to a fairly large television. I put my hand on the general's shoulder. He stops and turns around and I walk into the room. The TV program is on commercial, but in seconds, goes back to whatever the show is. A news anchorman is sitting in a chair with the words "Breaking story" scrolling across the bottom from right to left.
"We have with us, a man who claims that a government organization has kidnapped his brother and is," the anchorman looks down at a paper, "quote, 'Doing inhumane tests on him. They're treating him like an animal.' End quote. We have this man in the studio with us today. He wants to remain anonymous." The screen splits in two and a blacked out half hides the man.
"I decided to come here first, because everyone else that went to the police has disappeared." The man's voice is muffled by a synthesizer. "My brother was taken from his home three days ago, and there was a vehicle outside his house that had the word Epsilon on the side."
The anchorman gets a strange look on his face, "What is Epsilon?"
"Epsilon is one of three facilities that do all kinds of work. There is Delta, Epsilon, and Sigma. Epsilon took my brother and started doing tests on him."
"How do you know all of this?" the anchorman asks.
"My brother escaped and is hiding."
I turn around, "General, we need to get to him before Epsilon."
He pulls a cellular phone out of his pocket and makes a call. He puts the phone away, "I can have a jet here in five minutes."
"I hope we can make it in time."
Story written by Chance Taylor To Learn more about this and other stories, or to contact the writer, go to http://www.xndhangout.com/ChanceAtHome
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