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The mobile lab was strangely quiet for Doctor Ivo Robotnik to be awake, especially for it to be three in the afternoon. It had been too slow of a week and too much precious time to be letting it slip away, but anything of minor inconvenience to the military doctor went straight to Agent Aban Stone’s desk, his boyfriend’s desk.
A lot of things had changed for the 35 year old doctor in the past few months, one of which he had his loving boyfriend of an agent (or agent of a loving boyfriend? Ivo couldn’t decide which sounded better). The prototype project had finally been completed, and with no new projects being funded, other than the drones Ivo called the “Badnik Project”, the doctor could finally sit back and relax for a bit.
But instead, his mind started to wonder to a darker place.
Robotnik had been an orphan all of his life, but he had to have parents at one point right? He didn’t think he just dropped out of the sky. He wondered about his parents a lot as a child, though the caretakers at the orphanage couldn’t answer a lot of his questions (or, any of his questions) he never got the answers to them. As he turned to his lab equipment, thoughts raced through his mind. He had all the required materials to run a DNA test, not to mention he had access to the database of every United States citizen that he could scan through.
Before he could have a second thought he rolled his chair to Stone’s desk, opening the top drawand grabbing the pocketknife from the draw. He opened it and drew in a breath, quickly puttingthe sharp point into the pad of his index finger as a small bit of blood started out of the indent in his skin. He wheeled himself to his desk again, grabbing a container from the scanner. He got a
few drops inside and closed it, grabbing the closest cloth and wiping the rest of his blood off. He sighed as he clicked the container into place, letting the machine do its job.
He began to grow nervous as each second passed. He wondered if they gave him up willingly. If they were dead he couldn’t just run into them one day.
The scanner beeped as it completed its task and on the main monitor pulled up two files, one female,one male. Ivo decided who the computer matched as his mother would be more fitting to read first.
Veronica Kintobor. Age 49, Deceased
The records showed a heavy set women, who had multiple marriage certificates on record (As well as countless speeding tickets). There was one thing that stood out to Ivo though. A birthcertificate for a male child by the name of Ivo Kintobor, which had the same birthday as Ivo himself. It was also worthly in Ivo’s mind to note that Kintobor Backwards is Robotnik, so that explains the last name. The death Certificate was dated exactly on Bot’s 10th birthday.
It wasn’t Bot’s department to mourn for someone who left him to the government’s care.
Bot turned to the other file, the male, who was supposed to be his father.
The file opened multiple different windows each showing files for animal adoptions, police cases solves, different tickets for upper class parties, 3 PHDs on file (2 for animals and the other was for robotics) and a few child adoptions thrown into the mix all for the same guy.
Ace Carrey Ventura Age 53
There were notes from a police station in Miami; apparently this Ventura Guy worked for a long time. There were notes about an IQ off the charts and understanding animals (Ivo wondered how that worked).The file also showed a good plot of land in the southern part of Georgia, were a place called The Ventura Center, which sounded familiar to Robotnik, but he couldn’t place where he had heard of it before.
Ivo looked over his shoulder to the prototype. The right side of his mouth started to form a smirk.
It wouldn’t take long to get there, maybe an hour or so, but why did he feel so nervous? He turned back to his computer and searched for the address of the Ventura Center.
It would be three hours….
Stone wouldn’t even know he was gone.