Meanwhile, in the highest floor of the facility, Jack followed Professor Goodwin through the quiet maze of offices, passing them by as if they were waiting for those that once dwelled there to return. There was something eerie that came over Jack every time he witnessed a half empty cup of coffee upon someone’s desk. The professor didn’t look at any of it, his eyes were set towards one area specifically, and he stopped and gazed upon it in despair. “Behold, Jack, if you will, the remainder of my shame for the many sins that I have committed against the natural order.” He clicked open the door and went inside, and immediately he began to shuffle through research papers, study notes, data results, and all manner of great and terrible knowledge. He set the papers down in sorrow. “This is the only thing that binds me to my past. Jack, I want you to help me destroy it.” And so, taking the papers by the bundle, Jack and the professor gathered every scrap of the old man’s history with the Corporation, and gathering it into one isolated pile Jack set a match to it and watched the flames crawl over the pile, growing ever more hungry as they crackled in the silence. “Vandenberg must be stopped, Jack. He was not quite himself when he… when I thought that he had died. Something had taken him, a sickness of the mind perhaps, but you must understand when I say that the man is corrupt beyond repair. Yes, for the sake of everything good in the world, Charles Vandenberg must be stopped, and his vile works put to rest.”449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoiZDeQ6Bj6
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