A world without love

The search for the suspect was methodical. Drones, everywhere, scanning for heat with their silent whirring a constant hum in the background of the countryside. Most were autonomous yet some were controlled remotely, the search area was vast in size, no little task, the exact reason why a method was used to optimise the efficiency and potential effectiveness of the search. Their target, the suspect that originally escaped from a protest, and then escaped from a laboratory. 

Dr Wilson walking throughout the hall's of the government building make's his way to the surveillance room. The bland wall's seem endless, with the occasional door and room tag and people walking throughout the hall all nodding their head as a sign of respect to their superior. The door in sight he walk's inside heading toward's the main desk, the worker stationed on the post turn's around. "Greeting's Dr Wilson, i presume you are here for new's on the suspect?" A rhetorical question, yet it was needed, a small nod was all the Dr gave. "Currently the drone's have not picked any sign of the suspect yet, however we are very quickly narrowing down the search area so it shouldn't be too long now" The worker stated. Dr Wilson stand's in thought till his reply "Speed it up, every second wasted make's the government look incompetent" The worker nod's in acknowledgment and turn's back around to continue working. Dr Wilson leave's and head's to the reception of the building whilst pulling out a phone, the phone begin's to ring, few second's pass till it is answered. "I will need helicopter to take me toward's the zone where the suspect will be" The Dr state's almost instantly in the monotonous tone sounding almost autonomous. "Yes, it will be at helicopter pad 2 on top of the government building" Dr Wilson cancel's the call, with no reply as he expect's them to know, a true show of his nature. Reaching the reception he look's around, even he find's it magnificent. The reception was a marvel of engineering, it show's the dedication to efficiency and order. Polished chrome walls reflected the sterile light of the countless overhead fixtures, creating a blinding glare. Minimalist seating ran around the room each perfectly aligned and devoid of any hint of comfort. Yet the only thing Dr Wilson is fixated on is the elevator, briskly walking toward's it the people within the room let him through all giving nod's. Reaching the set of elevator's he walk's up to the executive elevator and scan's his finger to call the elevator to him. A few second's pass until an ominous bell ring's as the door open's, walking inside he pushes the button for the roof, the door's closing he think's to himself, the zone where the suspect will be is quite close to Bleakstone, where he met the artist. The elevator's bell ring's taking him out of his thought's as the door open's. Walking out of the elevator a cool breeze hit's him, from previous experience he make's way to the correct helicopter pad, a pilot step's out to greet him and open the door, getting inside the helicopter Dr Wilson open's his laptop as the engine spark's to life. "It will take around 1 hour to get to the designated area" a voice state's over the intercom. Leaning back into his seat he get's to work.

The time is 1:32 in the afternoon with poor weather condition's, high rate's of precipitation and high wind speed's. Disadvantageous weather for the search as we have had to recall multiple of the drone's which could not stay stable and on track in the wind. This also paved way to the current issue of not being able to land the helicopter in the designated area, which is why we are about to land in Bleakstone. Using my laptop i send a message to get a car ready for me to head toward's the original area. "Dr Wilson we are preparing to land now" Putting my laptop away i sit back feeling the helicopter shudder in the wind attempting to stabilise itself, looking out the window i remember the sight of the town, no material's wasted in it's creation, the perfect way to make a town. Feeling the helicopter land i thank the pilot whilst getting out, remembering the route to the pick up area i make my way in the downpour of rain. Reaching the car i get in passenger side. The car engine start's as it move's away. "Afternoon Dr" the driver say's and i reply "Afternoon" 

"Mr Collins, the weather conditions are proving useful for us, from our spy's we have found out that most of the drone's have been recalled, but there has been a report that Dr Wilson has landed at Bleakstone" The group of people within the room are taken aback, this would mean they will have to be even more careful, and even faster in the search. "Did you bring the box i told you too?" Mr Collin's ask's his subordinate, a nod is all he get's back as everyone is seemingly still shook by the new's. "Let us get in the off road truck with all our resource's in" All leaving the room and heading toward's the truck a whiteboard come's into view outlining their plan. They will use a truck to off road between the side road's as it is a very low chance the suspect is on the main road and all side road's are the same length due to the maximisation of space and minimisation of resource's. 

Hours pass as the weather worsens, all flight travel has stopped, precipitation so dense you can barely see through it, temperature's so cold the puddle's are freezing and lightning illuminating the sky.

"Dr Wilson, there is no new's of the weather getting any better, what would you like to do?" Looking out the front mirror it is near impossible to see, which is why we had to resort to infra-red imaging of the material of the road. "We should go down the next side road, it will be more covered by vegetation so we will have better visibility" Getting a nod in approval they both keep looking on the infra-red imaging for the next side road. Pulling out his laptop Dr Wilson begin's to open a secure communication channel with the surveillance room in the government building. After a few minute's of trying he finally get's the channel open sending his first message stating they will stay out and try get cover for the night. Within the next few second's a reply come's through acknowledging it. "We will try find the most suitable cover for the car and wait for the weather to pass, we can wait a few hour's" Dr Wilson voice's to to the driver, the constant battering of rain making it hard to hear each other. "Good, i do not know how long the car can last, the system's may begin to have leak's and then we will be in trouble" There is not enough time to turn around, both of them know it, if the system's fail they will not have long to live. A few minute's pass with the weather unchanging but slowly a new section appears on the infra-red imaging, "A side ride is coming up, go down it and hopefully there will be a lower chance of system failure" Dr Wilson announce's to the driver.

"Mr Collins we see a small light in the distance coming up to our next side road" Good new's, the weather does little to their truck, fully prepared and secure for all weather and terrain. "Let's speed up then and see what it is, we can only be hopeful in this world" The engine get's louder as the truck accelerates, and sure enough in the next minute a cabin come's into view. "Stop here, i will go check it out, open the box and set it up, you will know what to do" Mr Collins command's. Preparing himself for the outside he step's out of the truck and make's his way to the cabin door, knocking on it a few time's he slowly enter's and closes the door behind himself. "Hello, is anyone in?" He voice's throughout the cabin, clattering from a door. "Who are you?" a snappy voice replies. Taking of his coat and hood he look's up making eye contact. "Do you not recognise me, escapee" A simple statement, yet instils fear into her. "Mr Collins, what are you doing here? How did you find me?" Rapidly respond's the suspect. Mr Collins smirk's and begin's to smile. "Well, we had some unfinished business, and i have a proposal, but first we will take care of the business, grab a coat and follow me" He commanded, Rose wary of the situation follow's for now. They leave the door and make way to the truck. Both enter through the back into a large chamber, with all of Mr Collins subordinates at specific work station's. "What is this unfinished business Mr Collin?" Rose question's in a wondering tone, "Do you not recognise the machine that changed your facial structure? We are changing it back, which lucky for you is a much short process as we have all the data, you may enter it when ready" he replies, seemingly knowing she wanted it do immediately. "Wait, before you go in, you will be unconscious for a short time after so we will give you a device to make contact with us about the proposal in case the weather get's worse and we have to move" A sincere smile, no ill intention. Nodding, Rose walk's in and zone's out. 

"Dr Wilson, the system's are failing, the car is slowing down, prepare to combat the weather outside the car" The driver state's, fearful for his life he know's what he has to do. Dr Wilson send's his last communication, his coordinates and what they will do, try to survive. Grabbing survival kit's they get fully prepared in clothing before getting out of the car. They group up by the bonnet and head down the road, the wind pushing them about, the rain soaking their clothe's and the temperature slowing their movement's. Minute's pass and Dr Wilson look's to his side, the driver is not there, logically he will continue, his life not worth one so lowly. But the wind pick's up too much blowing him off his feet into the tree's, cutting his clothes, scaring his face and damaging his body. Standing up, even breathing is hard, yet something shine's through the storm. In the difficulty he muster's up all of his strength, and he make's his way, the storm battering his body making it even more unrecognisable. The light shine's brighter, his strength losing out, a branch slashes his eye, even more blood drip's, he cannot go on any further, he fall's to his knee's falling forward into something. Looking up, breath halting, a brighter light and a silhouette.