The Harpies
an excerpt

Back in her office, Kelly stood before a large collection of monitors with her arms crossed. She watched the pair head for security, frowning. A man stood in the doorway behind her.

“I still don't see why we have her here. Isn't that dangerous?” she said, not bothering to look at him. She had heard the door open.

“She's at the stage where the other subjects started to become unstable. We need to keep her under observation, at least for now. If she proves to be successful... well, you're good enough at finding reasons to fire people.”

With a sigh, Kelly turned away from the monitors and returned to her desk. She sat down and propped her feet up onto the table. “I still don't like it. Why couldn't we setup an isolated office or something? Don't we have the funds?”

The man shrugged, “The funds, yes. The resources? No. And you know how the boss is... he'd hate for us to spend the money on setting up something elaborate for one test subject... especially if she turns out to be just as unstable as the rest.”

“This is true,” Kelly said, frowning. “But let it show on the record that I don't think it's a good idea.”

Grinning, the man shrugged as he turned to leave the room. “Just think of it as a challenge, Kelly. You've always liked those.”