“Will it take long? Does it hurt? Can I go in with him to make sure he’s okay?”
Anna and Chris Nichols trudged through the pristine white halls of the St. Daniels maternity ward, let by Dr. Faridah Powell, who clutched a clipboard thick with notes and documents close to her chest as they neared their destination.
“As I explained to you both before, it’s just a simple frontal lobe brain scan. Completely painless. The child—sorry, Lachlan—will not even know it is happening. All newborns born here and elsewhere in the state are required to undertake the procedure before being permitted to leave the hospital. It will take all of ten minutes to complete.”
Dr. Powell had a soothing, authoritative air about her as she spoke, clear and concise in her explanation. The way she laid it all out for Anna and Chris sounded like a rehearsed speech, or at the very least, one she had had to repeat many times to many other confused and worried new parents.
“I’m sorry, but I still don’t quite understand,” Chris said, his face the definition of fatigued. “I’ve heard about the scans from some of our friends upstate who have had kids recently, but they never exactly mentioned what they were for. Are you looking for, I don’t know, diseases or something?”
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Liam Terrance was very mature for a boy of six years old, so he had been told. His parents brought him up well, despite their less than usual professions. Clive and Evelyn Terrance were widely known in many circles as some of, if not the best people to talk to when it came to high-tech weapons and security systems. The couple’s ground-breaking work had kept their family in the black for close to twenty years now, as well as providing thousands of jobs around the world and ensuring their employees and their families lived their lives in safety and security.
The Terrance family home was a regal, eye-catching three storey building which rested upon the crest of a large mountainous estate. A twisting brick driveway led up to the property through the rough terrain, where it ended at an undercover parking area where no less than three cars sat parked at any given time. Two for work, one for everyday use. Top of the line was an understatement. You couldn’t just walk into any old dealership and buy these specific cars. They had been specially made to Clive and Evelyn’s stringent specifications, with all three containing dozens of features and mechanisms which wouldn’t make their way to general consumer vehicles for many years.
Despite his parents’ unprecedented fame and success in military and security cliques, young Liam remained more or less oblivious to the exact details of their jobs. All he knew was they had a lot of money and were respected by a lot of people for the work they did. He also knew what they did kept bad people from doing bad things to good people. For that, he loved them unconditionally. He didn’t like bad people very much, or bad things. Neither did Clive or Evelyn.
They had talked with Liam about their work once, and only once. He remembered it well. It would stick with the boy for the rest of his life.
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