Taylor listened intently as Meko told his side of the story. Getting the information was much easier than he had originally thought it would be. The second that Meko spoke of an old slightly psychotic scientist by the name of Scino his muscles tensed and head jerked towards the one way mirror.<br/>He could almost feel the burning glare of the Director through the glass and he knew what was coming next. This man could possibly be the key to the government taking complete power and he had fallen right into their hands.<br/><br/>Taylor stood from his chair and turned his back to the prisoner. â€œThey plan on it.â€ He answered in nothing but a growl as he slid the chair beneath the door knob to slow anyone who tried to enter. â€œI need you to trust me.â€ He wiggled the chair until there was no more room to move it before turning around to look at his impromptu charge. It had been a long time since heâ€™d had to escape a room like this and even longer since he had to escape with someone else. However he had never attempted an escape with someone who appeared as if he couldnâ€™t or wouldnâ€™t injure a mosquito even if it was sucking him dry.<br/><br/>Taylor dropped into a crouch, resting all his weight on his calves, in front of Meko. â€œScino is dead, he has been for years. If youâ€™re telling me the truth than you are in some deep shit and Iâ€™m the only one who can get you out.â€ His eyes cut to the left to look at the mirror again, his ears picking up the sound of yells and feet pounding towards the door. Sure enough seconds later the door shook at its hinges and the chair scraped the floor.<br/><br/>Frank had returned to the observation room, sweat trailing down his neck and color still gone from his face. He cleared his throat as he adjusted his tie and came to stand beside Madam Director. â€œI got word from the President.â€ They had continued to use the old terms to lend a sense of security to the people. â€œWhat did he say?â€ The curt response told Frank he had hesitated a second too long.  The lie that left his mouth left a disgusting taste behind. â€œKill him.â€<br/><br/>Madam Director turned her eyes back to the scene before her as she heard the name of their forefather slide from the lips of the prisoner. â€œGet Taylor out here.â€ Her words died in her throat as she watched their predator switch sides. Anger rose in her gut and she let out a yell similar to a banshee. â€œKill them both.â€ She snarled before leaving the room. She knew trusting that animal had been a mistake and yet she had done it anyway.