AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd

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     I think Denise saw it coming and  
tried to get it in first.              
     “If it’s not really necessary,    
then why the hell are you doing it?!”  
Denise said very loudly. I would’ve    
used a lot more profanity, but she was 
right.                                 
     “Since I’ve been here, over twenty
years, two mice have totally vanished, 
and that’s been incorporated into the  
MCM, but if six mice disappeared like  
that all together, then it might be    
necessary to close this whole floor    
down until we found them, or de-contam-
inated everything again. Two or three  
over twenty years isn’t that big a     
deal.”                                 
     It was a big deal to the mice that
died, but by then, I realized we had to
get the hell out of there.             
     I could see Denise was gonna start
yelling herself, and this time it was  
my turn to interrupt, “I understand,” I
said and got up to leave.              
     “We’ll bring it up at the next    
meeting. Can you try and get someone   
from upstairs to be there? You know,   
someone who can actually change        
policy.”                               
     “I’ll try,” Sherrie said.         
     “Thank you,” I replied and walked 
out. Denise was right behind me.       
     “Why didn’t you...?” she started, 
but I interrupted her again.           
     “I think she knows,” I whispered. 
     “What? How do you know?” she      
whispered back.                        
     “I’m not sure. I just have this   
feeling, but I don’t want to talk about
it here. Let’s wait until we get back  
to the Dark-Side.”                     
     When we got back, Denise did the  
dumping, and I fed the Tunnel. For the 
first few minutes, we vented our anger.
While we ranted, Denise banged the     
cages against the Grinder hard, and I  
slammed the cages against the conveyor 
belt that moved everything to the      
Clean-Side.                            
     “You’re going to break the damn   
thing, Crim,” she said and laughed.    
     I laughed with her, and then we   
got down to the upcoming meeting. We   
figured the key would be finding homes 
for the mice that ended up on this     
side.                                  
     Denise could take some, but not a 
whole lot, because she lived in an     
apartment and had limited space.       
     I had five acres with a barn, and 
that meant I could take a lot of them  
myself, if not all of them.            



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