This is your fault, Harlan. You knew it would eventually come to this.
You're asking me to seal my daughter away...
I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm telling you to do so, seeing as there is no other way now. Your little project concerning your daughter and that boy was nothing but trouble from the start, Harlan. Three people died because of you; the boy was lucky enough to survive for as long as he did.
...For as long as he did? What are you talking about?! I didn't order for his termination!
No, you didn't. Mrs. Aristide ordered for him to be killed. She has bigger and better plans for him anyway.
...What do you mean?
"No, you're absolutely right. I agree with the terms, and thank you again for your tribute to our company- -"
A little girl began to cry.
Why didn't he come today daddy? He promised that he would be here today!
Alma, I have something to tell you...
The sound of something sharp scratching against metal could be heard.
Check the numbers again if you have to! I didn't come here today just to die!
Sir, there's nothing we can do! The restraints won't hold him much longer!
Screaming filled the vacant air, followed by the sound of snarling and snapping. One distinct scream in particular stood out from the rest; it was drenched in anger and rage.
And then, silence.