Story-To Whom it Concerns

*Title is a work in progress like the story itself

"Gentleman, I have just received a very disturbing letter. I’m disappointed that someone found out about what we are doing. I’ll read the letter to you." The vice-president of the reformatory cleared his voice and read.

February 22^nd, 2222

To whom it concerns:
I am one of living survivors of the many men and women you used as guinea pigs. From all the trouble that went on with us I’m surprised I made it this far. But what you have done to us is cruel. To think you’d make bets on us to see who would last. Well I hope you made nothing off of me. I hope I proved you wrong. I hope you thought I was a weakling and wouldn’t make it. Well did I prove you wrong? Did I?
It would seem that you only think of yourself and all the money you can make off of us. But I’ll have you know that some of those that died for you had families. I doubt this means anything to you. But I will put a stop to it. I will stop you from doing this to any others. You will no longer torture us with your tests or burning liquids. No more underground laboratories or hidden panels to hide the dead till the weekend when the undertakers took them away. Oh yes I know of this. I knew of lots of things that went on that you only dreamed we wouldn’t find out.
I know people in high places. You picked the wrong ‘weakling’ when you picked me. Now I would just love to blackmail you but you see then I wouldn’t be any better then you. So I’m just going to send you to jail. They just love people like you there.
You scared? You should be.Sincerely,
Client a.k.a. Guinea Pig #3,333,330
"I can’t believe that one of our guin…I mean our clients found out." The head of security said. "I could have sworn I had it under control."
"Well obviously you didn’t." One of the undertakers said.
"Oh stop it you two. Your arguing will get us no where in solving this problem. We need to find out who client number 3,333,330 is and go from there." The bookkeeper said.
"Yes. Ms. Coluning, that’s a very good idea. And you as bookkeeper should be able to give me that answer."
"Very well, Vice-President Rocy." Ms. Coluning said as she opened the book in front of her. Ms. Sarah Coluning was of medium height and the only woman on the board for the reformatory. She always wore her red hair up in a hairstyle called a bun, which was a style not seen on a woman in her early thirties. She had green eyes. She was proud of herself for making her way to the top with out doing any sexual favors like some of her friends had. "Client number 3,333,330 is Ali Butes, sir."
"Butes, why does that name sound familiar?" The head of security said.
"I should hope it would, Carm...I mean Mr. Blat. Butes was the name of the man who gave us the most money to make this reformatory." The other undertaker said.
"Ah so it is. Is this Ali Butes any relation of his?" Mr. Carmon Blat said. Blat was a stout man in his late forties early fifties. His blonde hair was slowly turning white and thinning. He had hazel eyes that always seemed to be clouded over from concentration.
"I believe that Ali is his great-great granddaughter. Or something like that." The first undertaker said.
"And how do you know this Mr. Focump?" The Vice-President Rocy asked. Vice-President Shane Rocy, from an early age, had power to lead people. He was in his early thirties like Ms. Coluning, in fact, they had even dated a few times. Rocy had sandy blonde hair that came to his shoulders. His blue eyes always had the look of power in them.
"Umm...I used to date Ms. Kim Clump who was the friend of Ms. Karen Butes, Mr. Butes’ daughter." Mr. Focump said. Mr. Ronny Focump was a short, slender man in his late sixties. He had gray hair that was once coal black. He had dark brown eyes that showed his age.
"Didn’t Ms. Karen marry the first President of the reformatory?" The other undertaker asked.
"She did. That’s why her father gave so much money, Benny." Focump said.
"That’s what I thought." Benny said. Mr. Benny Focump was Ronny’s grandson. Benny was a tall, muscular man. He had the coal black hair is grandfather once had. He was in his early twenties and had started helping Ronny right after he graduated from high school.
"So how did little Ali get out?" Rocy asked. "Considering we have the best security team in the nation. Mr. Blat would you care to enlighten us on how Ms. Butes got out."
"Well, Mr. Rocy sir, I don’t rightly know. Seeing as how the letter was written in February, I could go and check the records of who was on that day." Blat replied.
"Very well. Go and check, but be fast about it."
"Blat wait a minute." Coluning said.
"Did you have something to say Ms. Coluning?" Asked Rocy.
"Yes as a matter of fact I do." She replied.
"Very well. What is it that you’d like to share with the rest of us?"
"Well," She started. "What’s to say she got out? Why couldn’t she still be in here? Everyone knows the only way one of them gets ‘out’ so to speak, is if they die of old age or illness or if we kill them ourselves."
"So you’re saying she could still be in here?" Benny said.
"That’s exactly what I’m saying." Coluning said.
"Now what makes you say that?" Focump said.
"I think I see where’s she going with this." A sixth voice chimed in.
"Well, Ms. Miro it’s so nice of you to join us." Rocy said.
"Sorry I’m late Mr. Rocy, there was a traffic jam on the lower oct-way." Ms. Anna Miro said. Anna was a stout woman in her early forties. She had brown hair with a few white mixed in. She was Mr. Rocy’s secretary, not to be confused with Ms. Coluning the bookkeeper.
"That’s alright Ms. Miro. Next time leave a little early incase it happens again."
"Yes Vice President."
"Now what is it that you think Ms. Coluning is trying to say?"
"If there are no records in either her records or the Focump’s about a death of one of the clients, who’s to say she isn’t still among us?" Miro said. "That and doesn’t the security take some kind of count to make sure everyone’s in the right place?"