I opened the door and saw a piece of metal flying my way. “Dylan!” I yelled right as I shut the door right before it hit my face. I opened the door again when I heard the clank of metal hit the ground. I was cautious this time. “Sorry I thought you were one of the workers.” He turned back to what he was working on. “You thought I was a worker and threw something at me! Are you stupid! You could have gotten killed for that!” I was genuinely baffled at how his first reaction to the workers walking into his room was to throw something at their face. “It’s not like I wanted to throw something at you, it was just my reaction. That was what I was working on, now I have to do it all over again.” Dylan walked over and picked the piece of metal up “Why are you here at 4:30 in the morning? I haven't finished your drone if that’s what you're here for.” He walked over to his desk and got back to his usual work. “I’m not here for that but I have a question.” I don't know if he wants to be bothered by all these speculations about the lab. Maybe he thinks that this facility is actually trying to give us powers. I don't want to ruin that for him, but he needs to know the truth about this. “Well, what’s your question?” I could tell he was getting impatient, but I couldn't tell him straight up. I had to find out his view on the lab. “You’ve been here longer than me, do they actually give us powers?” This question should give me enough information to find out if I should tell him about what I heard. “They say they do but, for as long as I have been here they haven't let anyone off this island except White Fang, not even the workers. So, no I don't think they give us powers, sorry to burst your bubble.” This is more evidence that no one who steps foot on this island, leaves this island. But was White Fang the creator of this facility or is there someone more powerful than him, running things behind the scenes? But who could be more powerful than White Fang? "What would happen if White Fang just killed us when we turned 18?" 

I need to see if Dylan would even be interested in this project. I know he did the first one without asking what it was for. But he will surely get suspicious if I get him to make a voice recorder that I can plant on someone. "I wouldn't put it past him to do that. I mean if you look at his previous track record he definitely has the reputation to do that." He just continued staring at his project like he didn't care at all. How could he not care? I know him and Max are like best friends and Max is almost 18, is he just going to let him die. "Are you not upset about this, what about Max. Aren't you two really close, I mean he is the only person you make projects for, for free! Are you seriously giving up on him?" I wanted to scream and yell at him so bad. I could only yell in a whisper as I brought to much attention to us earlier. Tears started to form as what felt like a big lump started to appear in my throat and took what was left of my voice. I broke down and fell straight to my knees. Teras falling down my cheeks non stop, I couldn't even face Dylan. "I'm not giving up on him, its just that I don't know how to face White fang." I could hear his chair shift as he stood up to embrace me while he confessed he didn't want to simply give up on his friend. 

"I have more information on him. I don't know if it would be of any help to you though." Tears stopped forming for this brief second, the lump that was in my throat sudddenly disappeared as fast as it had came. "What how?! When? What kind of info? Is it something that could incriminate him?" Dylan was talking son fast I could only hear bits and pieces of the questions he was asking. I could tell he was excited by this discovery of potentially vital information "I found out that they never planned to give us powers in the first and that they kill us when we turn 18." This felt sort of pointless to say since he already knew about this. This might help confirm his theories though. "He has also killed off all of Eli's Family and is there ting to kill his foster parent's family if he doesn't follow his rules." Dylan's eyes widened as I stated that piece of information. "Eli also meets up with him at four in the morning for about 30 minutes everyday I think." Dylan stood up immediately and began rummaging through a brown cardboard box under his desk. It was marked 'Fail/No Use' I recognized some of the projects in there like the one time he tried to make a robot that would go get food for him. He got hungry a quarter of a way through and gave up. There was also the alarm clock that would crawl to be right next to your ear when it went off. He always got up before it went off so he had no use for it.

He pulled something small and cylinder out of the box, it looked like a pen. "This is a recording device I built it for someone because they said they would pay me when I made it but they never did. So I kept it. Anyway we need to plat thing on Eli without him noticing." I can't believe Dylan had something like this it's exactly why I came here. At least I don't have to pay him for it. "But how, we can't just walk up to him?"