Something was wrong with the lights.

As Leif walked the underground corridors of the university, the lights seemed to flicker, and some turned on when no one was standing near them.

He had all the documentation he needed to unmask the horror of the triplets. All this cruelty, this immoral experimentation would be known by the government and the people. Warwick would go down with his University, and he would be able to look at his children without guilt.

The tubes in the walls made him uncomfortable. He knew that this floor was partly incharge of temperature control of all the complex, but he knew secret rooms here. He just had stolen important information from one. He wondered if there were many more. If there were people at this time of night.

The lights turning on randomly added to his anxiety; he thought that someone would see him and ask him about his business. He had an excuse planned, but it was only useful to be left alone for the moment. After that he was going to be a fugitive, until he could show the world the dark secret of the University. He feared he could be murdered by Warwicks associates. He would have to lay low and-

The lights went out. There was only the humming of electricity. Leif's eyes tried to get used to the darkness, but he was seven floors under ground level. A minute or so later the lights around him turned on only to be off again. The lights that were five meters away turned on then, and quickly went off. Then the lights ten meters away, and so on. It got to the endo dof the corridor and continued where the corridor bifurcated to the left. This happened in a matter of seconds and was repeated, giving the impression of movement, of light moving away from him.

"They discovered me, I am dead" he thought. He tried to look to the other side of the corridor but the light let him only see the part that was being illuminated. He hesitated for a minute, and started walking. "I have an excuse" he thought, but he wasn't totally convinced. The patches of light that he passed weren't lit again.

Leif remembered going to the countryside with his father when he was young, sometimes a rabbit would be in front of their vehicle and tried to run away, but they were unable to see what was outside the light, so they kept running...

His heart leapt when, after turning to the left, where the trail of light ended, he thought he saw a person. But when the light illuminated that spot again, there was no one there. Sweating, he kept walking. He wished he had his gun here, but the University had metal detectors, and all weapons were forbidden in the complex.

He got to the end of the trail, and it turned off. After a couple of moments he yelled "Hello? I only was here to-

Soundlessly, a light stronger and whiter than the ones that had been guiding him flashed from where a wall was only a minute ago.

"Don't" said Warwick's voice. The light subsided, and leif saw him inside a small unpainted concrete room, sitting in a metallic chair, the potent light just above him. "Don't insult either of us with your excuses. I know what you are doing here, I know what you have in your hands, and how you plan to expose us. I just want to know why"

"They were just babies". Said Leif, a bit lamely.

"And now they are adolescents, and hopefully they will become adults. You were a baby one too I suppose. But probably you don't mean that. Explain"

Warwick's monotone voice didn't show any trace of mockery, so it was with certain uncertainty that Leif entered the room and spoke. "We didn't have the right to do what we did. To make them something...to make them something like a monster. And we didn't have the right to put them in those families. If I had known what was going to happen, I would have never got into this".

"Maybe. I would have done it a bit differently. I would have chosen another father for that part of the triad. But all in all, they had better lives than many. And they are not monsters. It is something you understood as a young man. Now that you have become fat and have two children you think you know right from wrong. This is beyond from right or wrong. It is the reweaving of humanity. It is-"

"are you going to kill me?" said Leif

"Of course not. Do whatever you wish. You have ruined your life, though. All the support you had from the university. All the strokes of luck you had, all the favorable errors you experienced during the last years were our doing. That is no more. We are not your friends anymore. Soon we will not even be your employers. Goodbye"

The lights turned off and returned in five seconds. Warwick was not there anymore. Leif walked out of the room, the entrance of it dissapearing without a sound behind a concrete panel, and out into the street. He was confused. Why did he still have the information?