Arachnoextinction Chapter 10: Chapter Ten - The Missing Egg

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“I have no words for what I just witnessed. That was a lot to process,” I said when my normal vision returned and I was standing in the hallway with Becca and Dr. Kale once again. “It was quite the sacrifice to bring the eggs to this facility,” Becca said and smiled at me. At least, I think she smiled. “Well, thank you for showing me,” I told her. She gave a polite nod and popped back beside Dr. Kale. “Any update on the egg or the room?” I asked him. He had been pacing in a small line and muttering to himself. He stopped the pacing and stood silent for a few seconds when I spoke to him. “We'll head up to the camera station and see what happened. Don’t worry," Dr. Kale said and gestured with a nod for me to follow him. He brought the walkie-talkie back toward his face and told the guy on the other end, “I’ll let you know what we find out.” He slipped the walkie-talkie back into his lab coat pocket and gave me what he thought was a reassuring smile. It was closer to murderous and psychotic than reassuring. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I worry? I wasn’t just assaulted by a fake spider in a cramped room and now have found out someone potentially stole an egg for whatever reasons. No reason to worry at all. This is all good news. The only reason an egg would go missing wouldn’t be a bad reason. I have a wonderful feeling about this,” I said, talking to myself, but not realizing that I announced everything out loud. My wife just had to remind me about my failures against spiders. If one of these things hatched…no, I can’t even finish that thought. “You, uh, you aren’t alright in the head, are you?” Dr. Kale asked with his stupid voice and annoying smile. “That, coming from the guy who wants to resurrect monster spiders that were so dangerous they murdered their food supply and forced themselves into extinction?” I said. The job sometimes got in my head a bit. I had a tendency to get nervous and talk a lot, mostly nonsense. My wife found it hilarious, especially since I was never more nervous than during my first few times out with her. She could be intimidating in many ways, but she was great. A little out there and wild, but great. “Come on, one of the eggs probably just hatched,” Dr. Kale said, followed by a high-pitched squeal of a laugh and nudged my side with his elbow again. I rubbed my side and glared at him. This guy. As we walked down the hallway back to the elevator, the lights in the ceiling flickered and popped off for a moment, then turned back on. I came to a complete stop and grabbed Dr. Kale to make him stop with me. "What was that?" I asked Dr. Kale. "Those stupid island-native-monkeys keep frying themselves on our electric walls; it drains a lot of power," he said in a dark tone. "It was funny to watch at first, but it shoots up our electric bill. Sometimes we lose power for a few seconds if a particularly big monkey cooks himself, but nothing more than flickers now and then." “This place seems less and less wonderful with every passing moment,” I said. “Oh, please, this is a majestic utopia!” Dr. Kale said with a bright grin that lit up his face. So the guy with a hard-on for spiders liked to watch adorable little monkeys cook themselves on his overpowered electric fence. Yeah, I was super comfortable staying here. I would bet money he had cameras in all the rooms, or at least the bathrooms. Especially the bathrooms. "The good news is that the security office is right past the mammoth machine, so two birds and one stone. All that jazz," he said with a half-hearted shrug as the elevator raised us toward the sky. "Do you know of someone who would benefit from stealing one of these eggs?" I asked. The walls turned from metal back to the glass as we left the living floors and were now rising past the working floors. "Who wouldn't?" Dr. Kale said with a shrug. "No one besides my friend who discovered them, the workers here, and you, knows they even exist. Discoveries like this can make a career or, at least, garner a paycheck l