CHAPTER 7
A camera follows Jerrod McNally as he walks swiftly down a hallway, surging with anger. He stops when he reaches a door that reads “Portal Operations & Analytics”.
He bangs on the door.
A camera follows Jerrod McNally as he walks swiftly down a hallway, surging with anger. He stops when he reaches a door that reads “Portal Operations & Analytics”.
He bangs on the door.
MCNALLY
It’s me. Open up.
A
young man in a lab coat answers. The cameraman follows Jerrod inside.
Dr. Lau sits at a large computer screen, frantically typing at his keyboard;
his expression is dominated by frustration and bewilderment.
Falcon
stands next to Dr. Caine, both of them watching a recording of Slater’s
exhibition performance on her tablet device with careful eyes.
Everyone
looks up when Jerrod slams the door.
JERROD
Would someone…anyone…please tell me what the
hell is going on?!
LAU
That’s what we’re all working to find out, Mr.
McNally. We have every capable mind working towards a solution.
JERROD
Do we have anything?
Any answers at all?
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