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Project is coming along nicely, Dr. Kim notes, watching the young man behind the glass carefully but quickly puts the puzzle box together. His brain waves are monitored carefully, and it shows that his IQ maybe be in around the genius-level. His psi-communicative abilities are carefully inactive, showing awareness as well as control over himself. He’s solving the puzzle box via natural brain power alone, and he finishes it in-
Dr. Kim looks down at his wrist watch.
8:12 AM. Less than a minute.
Project slides the puzzle box across the metal table, towards another doctor. The doctor says something, something probably positive, because Project smiles, thick lips spreading into a dimpled smile. Dr. Kim snorts to himself, remembering his younger self demanding Project to be made pretty.
(He tips his metaphorical hat towards his younger self.)
Project and the doctor stand up, leaving through a door and Dr. Kim steps away from the glass wall, pulling his glasses off and rubbing the back of his knuckles across his eyes.
The next test would be… That one.
Dr. Kim doesn’t bother going to it; Project is in perfect control.
Well, no reason for him to linger in this place, then.
Dr. Kim sheds his lab coat, hanging it up by the door as he leaves the clipboard behind. Loosens his tie, shakes his hair out of its immaculate state and pulls out a pair of on ear headphones. He smiles to his colleagues as he makes his way to the exit, telling them he’s turning early for today, claims he’s feeling bad. That Project’s data is in the observation room.
Dr. Kim hums as he slips on the headphones, depositing his name tag and pen on a table he passes by. The headphones crackles, despite Dr. Kim’s music player not being on.
He smiles lazily, cheerfully waving goodbye to the other scientists and doctors lingering in this place, flamboyantly blowing a kiss their way, them laughing, shaking their head at his usual antics before carrying on. For all the world unworried, unbothered.
It’s a little funny, now that he thinks about it.
“You might want to move now, Seokjin.” A young, female voice pipes up from his headphones. Dr. Kim follows his usual bodyguard, takes note of the gun at the burly man’s hip, and allows himself to be lead to his car, at the underground parking lot.
“The virus has been leaked at the main building,” The voice in his ear continues. “I’ve started lockdown, and I have only four hours before the defenses are penetrated by her. Gather your people, Seokjin. I’ll look after your Project.”
Dr. Kim doesn’t respond.
They reach the parking lot, Dr. Kim behind his body guard as the man opens the door for the esteemed scientist. “Mr. Kim, the car is-“ The bodyguard never gets to finish that sentence, because Seokjin plucks the gun from the man’s hip, flicks the safety off, cocks it ready, and aims up, pulling the trigger all in a span of a second. The body drops with a heavy thud, leaking blood all over the ground.
Seokjin removes the hip holster from the corpse, humming as he goes, and he fastens it around himself, pulling his tie off completely and dropping it carelessly. He places his new gun at the hip holster, pats the body down for his keys, and upon finding it, cheers and unlocks his car, climbing in and putting the key in the ignition. He leaves the place quickly, grinning all the while. He picks up his phone, dials the number of his favorite cousin.
It rings once, twice, before the call connects completely. Seokjin smiles, smoothly weaving through the Raccoon City streets as he makes his way to the hospital.
“Yo, Yoongi-yah!” He greets. “I think it’s time I pick you up!”