Chapter 3 German Ingenuity
By: ZCD99

-Greasy-

It was about 1 week after the plans were finished and had got all our supplies packed and ready to leave. We packed the usual fake ADML scrubs, two duffel bags, 5 vials, a few jars, and about twenty empty syringes. I wasn’t mad at Rider anymore but I was still going on my word about trying to find him a new medulla, plus we were running low on Red Root from the recent increase of escapees. So in other words it was shopping time for the underground team.

“You ready Mr. Parks?” I asked Rider.

“Sure is Doctor Lowell.” Rider replied to me.

Our plan was simple we would use the sewers and go under the lab’s east rest room. There we would crawl out of the man hole cover in the janitors quick access tunnels and use our gurney I put together a few years back and hide the equipment under the rack I added. Rider would be the patient and I’d be the doctor. I would remove his false leg and wheel him in to and empty room from there we would move from room to room taking as I pleased. Except this time Rider would be able to help with his new electrical leg.

This is where things became a lot easier, more people meant more equipment and more equipment meant more patients. Then from there more money and a way to fix my life and get out of this profession and live a normal life. At least I hope.

“Come on Rider we better head out if we want to get there be for sun down.”

“Ya, coming Grease” He said putting one of the duffel bags filled with equipment on his back.

I carried mine with a levitation spell and we headed out making sure the building was locked. The patient Quarters were now empty, Clare healthy and on her way. I opened the door for my Griffin friend and we headed out in to the sewers, making sure to lock the large steel vault door as I left. There was a high crime rate and many gangs and homeless lived in the sewers. But most knew us down here and didn’t bother us on account of the fact that we more or less helped everyone down here at some time or another.

“This is your kingdom,” I joked to rider.

“You mean everything the filth touches?” he asked with a grin.

I laughed at the old joke. It was dark and cool down here with every corner occupied by a homeless pony or griffin. In the shadows goats hid and waited for their chance to grab at anything that might get dropped by anyone passing by. There was mold everywhere and the air smelled of decease. As we passed one of the tunnels something vial could be smelled. Rider cringed, his remaining eye closing at the smell of it.

As we went on people encounter less than before. Now there was only a person every seven or eight meters, and an occasional corpse eaten away from either decease or starvation. It was horrible. There was absolutely no reason the Arbor Dale should be doing this to their citizens. We were dying down here while the fat cats up top were partying there asses of and drinking Cider till they were passed out on their tables. It sounded like fun, A lot better than down here. But we had a job to do we needed to get out of our own mess. And the only way I knew to do that was help others. Help others to help ourselves.

“Hey Rider?” I asked.

“Ya?” he answered.

“Do you think were using these people to only get what we want?”

“And what do we want?” He asked.

“You know my whole plan to pay off the debts and crimes and actually starting a real hospital to help out the unlucky?”

“I think you just answered your own question.” Rider said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he began “you want to get money off these people to help get a better life to help even more people like these.”

I thought about it for a minute. “Wow, your right.” I began “You know, I can be the smartest pony sometimes but, if it weren’t for you I probably would be dead by now.”

Rider looked at me “Your welcome… Dumb, dumb.” He joked.

I laughed “Alright were almost there we better keep quit just in case.”

There would be no talking unless absolutely necessary.

We arrived at the ladder that headed up to the closet. We checked our bags to see if we had everything and headed up the ladder. I set the bag down and used my shadow magi to conceal us as I opened the door to check for anyone. Clear I opened the door and we moved in to the rest room it was about 8:00 from how dark it was outside. The rest room was quite a change compared to the rusted old sewers. The floors were made from a white tile and the walls were plastered. It smelled of cleaning chemicals and bleach.

Rider rolled out the custom Gurney from the closet and I began placing the duffel bags with our equipment on the rack under the gurney bed. I covered the gurney with a white sheet and began removing Rider’s leg. After it was removed I placed it with the bags under the gurney. Rider got onto the gurney and I placed another sheet over him and we began our journey in to the facility.

Before we left the room I snatch all the bars of soap off the sink and the extra bars in the closet and some towels as well. I checked the hall to make sure it was clear and we headed out. The first three rooms were occupied but when we got to the end of the hall we found an empty room. We entered and instinctively I shut the door and used my shadow magic to move the shadows over the hallway window. Nobody would be able to tell anyone was in the room even with the lights on.

Rider began to reattach his leg while I set one of the duffel bags on the floor. I then set out and started searching the room. The closet had a pair of scrubs and some surgical masks in a bin. I took the masks five in all and tossed them in the duffel bag. Rider got off the Gurney and put the bag on top of it. He then went for the cupboards. I moved over to the desk drawers and began shuffling through them. I found two small bottles of ink and four quills. I moved them over and set them next to the masks. Rider walked over with a large anatomy book and two books filled with blank sheets of paper. As we left I saw something hanging on the door, an envelope.

I took it down with my horn and opened it there was a blue card and a note.

Dear, Dr. Whooves

We are so glad to have you working with us and hope you enjoy out facility. Please take this Blue access card to get to the restricted areas of the lower facility. You will be needed there tomorrow morning at 8:30. Please don’t be late.

Best regards, Professor Wright

How odd that it be here, it was almost 8:30. Well it was ours now and we intended to use it.

The first room took about twelve minuets we left and continued to the next room. This time Rider could act as a surgeon. The new leg was working fantastic, we were getting work done in half the time and, we could now go to the restricted zone. That would be amazing, all the unseen technology, the books, the chemicals. I felt great, and it’s all because of that new leg and a pony named Dr. Whooves.

As we came to the next room I saw a security guard come around the corner. I taped the right side of the cart signaling to take a right. We turned and avoided the guard, but were headed towards the restricted wing. Great we can get an early start. Rider tapped my side. I looked and he gave me a puzzled look. I nodded and he shrugged his shoulders. I swiped the card and the door slid open to a stair well that led to a long hall with many windows on either side.

As we continued I heard screaming from down the hall. I looked at Rider and he looked back I nodded and we continued down the hall looking in on the rooms. All of them were dark except for one at the end of the hall. As I approach the room a saw what was inside the brightly-lit room. On the table was a young pony strapped to a table by her legs. Her chest was opened and there were tacks holding the flaps of flesh open while a sheet covered her face. A white colt in bloodied scrubs walked continued to do his surgery on her. Curiosity got the best of me and I reached for the card. Rider jabbed me in the side and gave me a stare from the eye of his I ignored it stunned at the sight if front of me. Rider stayed behind.

As I opened the door with the card the Colt turned and looked at me. “Aww Doctor Whooves you’re late”. He began as I entered. He held out a hoof and I shook it. “I am Professor Wright.” He said in a thick German accent.

“Pleasure” I said not knowing what to say. The Mares heart was still beating was beginning to get nervous.

“Don’t worry.” he said, “I’ve already started the procedure.”

“Very good.” I said not sure what else to say. “Please remind me what we’re doing here today.”

Puzzled he said “Remember you said we would be beginning the tests on the mare to see how the toxins would affect the conscious body.”

“Wait!” I said now in a full panic. “She can feel this!”

“Well of course.” He began “This is what the Facility was established for the development of new weapons and torture abilities to help stop the threats that could come to Arbor Dale or Equestria.”

I was shocked now “So, this facility is for…for torturing others to find new types of pain?”

“Exactly, and you are obviously not doctor Whooves so I’ll be asking you to lay down with your hooves over your head.” He commanded pulling a surgical knife from the patients living body.

Clenching the knife, the Professor charged full speed at me with the knife in his teeth. I jumped out of the way and the professor hit a few beakers spilling chemicals over the floor. He got up shaking his head and ran back my way. “I’ll kill you!” He yelled only this time however Rider came in and tackled Wright. He fell and landed on his knife. Rider got up and saw that the knife was now lodged in the professor’s throat. He twitched for a few minutes and then fell silent, his blood mixing with the chemicals and forming a brown lake in the center of the room.

“My luck.” I said to Rider “My Fucking Luck.”