upnadam

Hey
Here's the second part of my story, Project Chase. You will need to read the first part to understand this.

Blindfolded and carried like a sack of vegetables, Chase was taken through the building. The loud footfalls of the security unit was deafening, echoing off the metal floors. Chase's heart was beating against his rib cage as if it wanted to escape.
Soon, the security unit stopped.
Voices murmured, a sound of an old wooden door creaking open.
Chase felt himself being swung into a firemans carry, and was placed into a chair.
The blindfold was whipped off him.
For the second time in ten minutes, light burned his eyes. He squinted, seeing a muscled man sitting across a table from him. Swinging overhead was a lightbulb, it's light illuminating the room enough to see even the more finer scrachs on the stone walls.
Chase sniffed, smelling moffballs. He rattled his hands, cuffed behind his back.
'Are these necessary?' he asked.
The man sitting across him didn't move, his black eyes boring into Chase's. After what seemed to be a long time, he spoke, his grey Marine styled high-and-tight haircut quivering slightly.
'Hello Chase.'
Chase raised his eyebrow.
'You know me?'
'Of course. Your antics nearly killed me.'
'What the hell are you on about?'
The Marine sighed.
'Don't try shitting around with me. You know what I'm talking about.'
'No I don't.'
Chase was getting confused. This was all wrong. He couldn't remember meeting this man ever in his life. Not that he could remember anything.
'Listen, I wake up wondering who the hell I am, strapped down in a science lab, with some mad ass scientist about to disect me. I escape, and then get caught in a firefight. Then to my surprise, I know how use and recogonize the various weapons your scummy guards use.'
The Marine frowned. He started muttering, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. His eyes unfocused, concentrating.
He looked back at Chase.
'Franklin. Bring down Doctor Koln. I need to talk to him.'
One of the security unit, Franklin, shoke his head.
'Koln died in the explosion. We could get Green if you like.'
The Marine closed his eyes.
'How much does he about the grafting project?'
'Enough to answer your questions, I imagine.'
'Bring him down.'
Franklin disappeared out the room.
The Marine opened his eyes. A trace of a smile could be seen playing about on his lips.
Another long silence followed, broken by footsteps crashing outside the room.
The woodern door burst open, revealing Franklin and a someone who must've been Docter Green. His thinning brown hair was everywhere, as if he'd stuck his finger in a socket. He seemed nervous.
'Green, do you know anything about the grafting project?'
Green nodded quickly.
'Yessir.'
The Marine smiled.
'Tell me about this subject.' The Marine grinned, his hand waving in Chase's direction.
The scientist nodded again.
'Ah yes, Specimen number 86, Les Chase.'
Chase shot the scientist a look.
'Specimen?'
'Mr. Chase seems to have lost his memory.' The Marine mentioned.
Docter Green's head bobbed up and down.
'Yes, it is possible that the grafting would've affected his memory. If it has, then the experiment has failed on this subject. He is useless to us. He needs to have his memory to be worthy of passing.'
The Marine nodded understanding the scientist words.
'Green, Franklin. Get yourselves and the team out of here now.'
The group of men obeyed, shuffling out of the doorway into whatever lay beyond.
The Marine smiled again, the smile giving Chase a ripple of fear that shot up his spine.
In one swift movement, he reached for his belt, drew a pistol from his holster and-
'AHHHH!!!'
'SHIT!!!'
'WHAT THE-'
Gunfire and screams echoed from outside. Something thudded against the door. A thick red liquid that could only be blood oozed from under the door.
The Marine swore.
He raised the gun, aiming in on Chase's head.
The Marine smiled.
'Nice not knowing you.'
Bam!