sitting dead man | declan
Mar 10, 2023 5:42:14 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Mar 10, 2023 5:42:14 GMT -5
Declan.
If he knew long ago that the only punishment that Declan Garner would face was staring at the same four grey walls every minute of the day, he would have ignored the ethical restraints that his staff put in front of him. Every medical breakthrough throughout history was sought through experimenting. One life sacrificed to save a hundred more, it is just a part of the results section of most study write ups. Just numbers on a script. But now he is the one that has been marked down as the mad murderous scientist. Are they going to pluck every scientist in Panem from their laboratories? How exactly did the Capitol come to the treatment for the plague without a little bit of experimenting?
The guards and peacekeepers in the Detention Centre have been relentless over the past few weeks, very minimal talk unless it is for interrogation. They will not answer Declan’s questions on what sentence he is to face. How many years will he have to endure these walls? Or will they be kind enough to put a bullet in his head so he does not need to suffer within them anymore.
There is a young guard outside his door today that he can see through the crack of the viewing panel where they send the slop through the door. Leclerc is the name; he has taken note of all the guard’s names. He can be personal with them then. This one reminds him of Scaletta, easy to mold and twist in his hands. Always answering orders without a thought or question. An easy one to ask his questions.
Declan taps on the metal door, trying to get the attention of the young guard. The sliding port flings open and a pair of blue eyes peer into the room where the old man stands. ”Your lunch is not due for another hour. What do you want?”
”Oh, you are the first one to speak to me, Leclerc.”
”I shouldn’t be.” The young guard pulls back from the door but Declan puts his hand in the slot of the door, stopping him from sliding the metal back over.
”Well it is too late now. All I want is a conversation with a decent human being, that can’t be too much to ask for can it?”
”Just be quick about it, I know you want something.”
”Oh you are a clever one, yes I do want something. Just some small information on the names that are associated with me. I know that dear Pietro and Elon have supposedly already faced the firing squad but what of Trey and Scaletta?”
”Ermm they cannot find Trey and uhh-they have caught Scaletta.”
”Have they? Is he here in the detention center?” A surprise piece of information for Mr Garner, he valued that one for his ability to make things disappear but it seems the young Scaletta could not even hide himself. ”No, not here. I have already told you enough.” The young guard pushes the frail wrinkled hands of Garner’s back into his cell and abruptly slides the metal opening back over.
How odd, the old man thinks as he perches on the edge of the uncomfortable damp bed. He will be sure to find out where his most valued employee has ended up. Not that he valued any of them to an extent, outing their names at the first possibility to try and save his skin. If the ship must sink, then even the rats need to go down with it.
