When Heather's containment door opened again, Heather was ready to try to milk Jeremy again. But the person who stepped into the room on the other side of the reinforced plexiglass wall was nothing like Jeremy.
He wore a three-piece suit of a brand that she couldn't identify; his facial features certainly didn't match Jeremy's; and he carried himself with the air of someone who held all the cards, combined with the air of "cat got the cream and the canary while framing the dog".
"I hope you realize the seriousness of what you accomplished." The man said as he sat down at a table that had been provided. The first thing that went through Heather's mind was 'Oh god! It's one of the Illuminati!'
"Um, maybe?" Said Heather, suddenly not as confident as she once was.
"You managed to bring back to life something that was extinct for 65 million years, something that the Virus was supposedly incapable of;" The man continued, "You've just added murder and attempted murder to your rap sheet; and you just pushed Animalia society to the brink of social and political collapse; not to mention what Effie could do to you when she finds out about your little 'alliance' with Zepeta."
Heather suddenly found her position shrink drastically, especially of the mention of her grandmother, Effie. Despite pushing past 90, she really knew how to inflict psychological punishment on her.
"There is a way out, though." Said the man, showing absolute mastery of the "poker face", "Help Horizon figure out how you accomplished your tyrannosaur transformation, aid them in Project Thylacine, and work off your debt to society in Animalia."
"What else is there?" Asked Heather, hoping against hope.
"The only other option is a nationally televised federal trial, a guilty verdict, and execution in a satisfyingly gruesome way." Finished the man, his poker face not showing any emotion, but his aura practically projecting 'game, set, match.'.
"Fine." Sighed Heather, now knowing how Adolf Hitler felt before his suicide and Nazi Germany's fall in WWII.
"Good," said the man, getting up to leave, "We'll be in touch soon. Have a good day."
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After leaving the holding cell area, the man met two Horizon scientists, then pulled off the silicone rubber face he was wearing, revealing Jeremy's face beneath it. "She'll cooperate with us." Answered Jeremy.
"I never would have thought one of my coworkers capable of such acting." Said one scientist, amazed at what Jeremy had pulled off.
"When you have family in both special effects and theater, as well as a babysitter who is also a professional gambler from Las Vegas, you can't help but learn a thing or two." Answered Jeremy, reveling in his revenge.
"And most people wonder why Secret Organization Conspiracy never gets old as a plot point, despite being somewhat overdone/threadbare." Said the second scientist.