Arachnoextinction Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty-Three - A Little Paranoia Never Hurt Anyone

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Everyone stood silent, looking at Darren in disbelief. “What the actual hell did you just do?” Karen asked, still sitting in front of the computer. She couldn’t take her eyes off the broken screen. “Everything here is beyond confidential. It is no good to escape just to be killed because we shared information we shouldn’t even have. We stick to our original plan. We aren’t risking anything getting out to the wrong type of people,” Darren said. He looked at each person in the room, challenging them to try to argue. I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t know what to say if I had the balls to talk right now. People were supposed to be on their way to save us already, so the computer-smashing didn’t help or hurt us, I supposed. “You’re insane!” Karen said and threw what was left of the computer onto the ground. “Our rescue will walk into a death trap!” “IF there is a rescue coming, they will be prepared,” Darren said and walked back to the door. “What do you mean, if?” one of the white coats asked. “We aren’t worth the money and men it could take to save us,” I said dully. I should have figured that out from the beginning. Secret island, illegal research; it would be more beneficial for them if we all died. Then the government could come and clear out the island. No one would ever know. “Shit,” one of the white coats said and put his hands on his head. He slid down the wall and looked on the verge of tears. “We’re going to die here.” “Chances are, the government is sending someone to clean up the mess. If we can, at least, make it out of the facility before they come to blow it to bits, there’s a chance they will save us before blowing this island off the map. Okay, well, the island is not on any maps, but you know what I mean,” I said, trying to offer a sliver of hope before too many gave up. “Right,” said Darren. “For now, let’s keep doing what we’re doing and deal with whatever happens when it happens.” The drone and its controller were sitting on Dr. Kale's desk next to the computer. I started fidgeting with the controller until it sprung to life. The controller was a thick black rectangle with a large screen in the middle that displayed the drone's camera. It had three joysticks; one on each side, the left controlled the altitude of the drone. The right joystick controlled the speed and direction of movement. There was a smaller joystick just below the right joystick that controlled the camera. "This would be easier if I had eight legs. So how do you want to do this?" I asked. "We'll get it to the stairway and make sure we're clear the rest of the way. After that, we'll check the path to the weapons room and move as a group if it's clear. Everyone, stay here until me and Justin return,” Darren said and opened the door for the drone to fly through. "If it goes bad, you guys stay bunkered down in here. The door locks when it closes, and they can’t force their way in, so you should remain safe. For a while." I remembered Dr. Kale’s plan to lock the facility down to keep the spiders inside. “Does anyone know what in this room we need to get to in order to lock the facility down so we can trap the spiders in here while we escape?” “Yeah, it's on the compu…oh,” Justin said and had started to point to the computer, which was smashed and on the floor. “Okay, so that plan is no longer a possibility. Let’s just focus on the weapons and power for now,” I said. I wanted to scream at Darren and tell him how stupid he was for destroying that. There could have been other uses besides releasing government secrets. Smashing the computer was stupid. Why would someone just destroy a possible resource in such a desperate hour? Unless his goal was not for us to get off the island. I glanced at Darren. As if he could sense my sudden suspicion of his actions, he looked right back at me. His glare was unsettling; I could almost feel his mind digging around in my head. Could he have something to do with all of this? Was he purposely sabotaging every attempt