Lucas's point of view

The most unpleasant aspect was constantly waiting. With my hands in the pockets of my coat, I paced the dark corridor of the secret medical clinic. In addition to the low hum of ancient fluorescent lights, the air was heavy with the smell of antiseptic and old coffee.

A wiry man with piercing eyes and receding hair, the technician sat at his desk and typed on his screen. Dr. Howarth was his name, and he wasn't the type of guy who asked a lot of questions. His value came from that, as I entered his office looking around to be sure I am in the right...