The air was heavy and stale. Neal could hardly speak, as his lungs were collapsing. Neal rested his head against a wall made of Calcoon technology, which corrupted the sound waves and motion to protect a room from any external harm. The room was being controlled and monitored by an automated system that could function like a human. Neal’s hand rested on the cool steel of the floor. The silence was broken by the sound of a beeping noise from Neal’s cellphone. The beep soon changed into a concerned voice.
“Captured and harmed.”
The man whispered into the phone as if he was telling a secret, “Please tell me you’re okay.”
“You know I’m not.”
“Can you hold on for 30 minutes?”
“The poison takes effect in a couple of hours. I have no idea how long I’ve been passed out. It could kill me any minute now.”
“Think positive. We will get there in time,” Eli’s voice loudly assured Neal, and the secret was told. “Can you describe your surroundings?”
“Alien lab, looks like an information hub. There are computers processing a list of numbers and symbols. Same language as the markings we have seen so far.”
“I am sealed off. There is no way in or out. There are guards by the doors and heat and motion sensors to track my movements.” Neal paused, “Realistically this is the end for me. I know you want me to stay positive, but I just can’t.”
“Yes you can. Take your mind off of it. Think about what you’re fighting for.”
“Oh, I know what I’ve been fighting for practically my whole life.”
“Then keep fighting. Fight for us.”
As the phone call ended a tear streamed down Neal’s face. He stared at the wall and thought of how this could end. In that moment there was only one way. He was going to die.