Chapter 2- getting high

Stuffy... musky...and a sweet but somewhat erogenic fragrance flooding the chambers... purplish cylinders that are bubbling... I look around in amazement... wondering what this new facility holds... perfume? soft drinks? it was hard to realli take a good look into the little details as i was on the rooftop, trying hard to balance myself... "X.H. enterprises"... hacked the government systems this afternoon while taking some respite off my repeated losses at DOTA, courtesy of Professor "ironman" aka Jeff Richards... J.R. has been a long time pal since secondary days... and he is really a computer geek... he aced all the modules he took in university... anything below the best score was really considered an under-achievement by himself... as for me... hahaha... i play DOTA with my com, n pray it does not get any viruses, thats all i noe... =) X.H. really seemd like a legal and righteous firm... it has a long list of charitable organisations benefitting from it... but isnt it suposed to be dealing with import and export of meat for Pasereez? Whatever i am seeing so far isnt realli fitting the description...

i walk past rows and rows of cylinders filled with purple cylinders... there were also huge machines that had buttons and gadgets that were far beyond my comprehension... i decided that i needed a sample of this fluid... at least J.R. would give me some answers... "STOP WHERE YOU ARE!!!" i turned only to see two bulky and muscular men running after me... they were wearing grey technician suits with X.H. printed across their breast pockets... they seemed to be holding some form of rifle and were carrying what seemed like a gas tank... seeing their faces covered with an oxygen mask wasnt a good sign... what they were gonna release upon me was gonna be something they did not like themselves...

i ran as fast as my legs could take me... ive have had fitter times... when running was a breeze... when it was a shame for any soldier with some sense of pride to not pass the fitness test... when my friend laughed out for the whole world to hear over a cup of soya bean when i told him that he is slow after clocking a miserable 13+ timing for my 2.4km run... suddenly, the sweet fragrance that had filled my nose got thicker and heavier... "U WUN GET AWAY!!!" Curse those dogs that were after me... they have already released the gas, having gained greater proximity from me...

i was reaching the rope that i had used to lower myself from the top just now... escape was more or less secured... However, my body was starting to feel like it is incinerating from within... i started to giggle uncontrollably... in some sense, i was feeling happy... very happy... yet i was gradually losing control over my lower body too, my legs felt rubbery... i used what was left in me and hoisted myself up to safety... then jumped down, breaking the fall with a roll on the ground before i took off on my bike...

whatever i had felt back then... i could only be sure that... X.H. enterprises smells very fishy... or for that matter, deadly... I sped towards J.R.'s lab... i was near... but i was losing control over my body... i saw my bike skid and my silver shotgun landed with a loud thud... I could not stand up... I could not...