Cynthia's Set-Up

All right, so everything is set and I just need you to sigh here." Cynthia spoke to one Mr. Ashton. Current owner of Lakewood Chemical, Mr. Ashton beamed as he finished his end of the contract.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Thomas. This has been such a calming experience compared to the last agent we had here." Mr. Ashton replied. With that, the two shook hands and began to walk out of the office. They spoke for a few minutes, causal things about lives. They stopped upon seeing a red colored door.

"And we'll just show you the facility.Oh and make sure you're covered." Mr. Ashton spoke. The pair began to dress up and walked inside the area. Their men mulled about over a couple of machinery,chemicals, and things Cynthia didn't quite get.

"Oh, sir." A worker called out. He raced towards the pair and quickly Mr. Ashton began to speak with him. Cynthia listened in on their conversation for awhile but eventually her eyes were brought elsewhere.

It seemed a vial of something was slowly rumbling off an cabinet. Why the cabinet's doors weren't closed, who knows? But on the vial was something that caught Cynthia's eyes.