John Dorian, a scientist of world importance, was able last year to accapparasi the role of minister of science and government Rh'lor, thanks to the interests and objectives common to become the right shoulder of becoming president-elect, so powerful and the most hated man on the planet, after the same Rh'lor.
purpose of science is to accelerate the transition of the species human to that mutant. Without incurring excessive pericolse complications and above all without the mortality rate of 85% which provides the current drug Extremis designed by the same Dorian. To do so, the scientist, has formed a research team with the best scientists in the world collected in one laboratory and it is there that is heading.
changed pale echo of the steps in a long, dark corridor leading to the seat of the laboratory. Location that only the research team know. Lights in the middle of the corridor, mostly electrocuted and metal walls partially reddened by rust lead the scientist to a single direction: A large door opened only in titanium through the recognition of the retina by a panel next to it. That was the only part taken care of the whole structure. The rest, anyone, would have seemed a dreary abandoned structure.
The door opens and the pale scientist can make his entrance with the case of beer that dragged down the hall behind
"Today nothing Panil Ambre, guys, that dog Cecilia gave me only this case: Redstoker Stark . So you see not to break my balls and everything bevetevi. It 'still a Red. "
The tone is a mixture of the sarcastic and ironic and already is preparing to lay at your feet the case. Pulls out three bottles he holds in his hands and then looks around. On her right a man with a bushy red hair and goatee shake enjoyed two tubes as two maracas. It looks fun, and shake to the beat of Mexican music that resonates for all future laboratory. When Malakian finally realizes Dorian with a flick dropped the two tubes inside a trash can and then gets ready to take flight to the bottle Toss:
"You son of a bitch, I began to believe you were absconded with all our poison. Where the hell did you put my whiskey? "
"As I said before: do not see breaking balls and drink. Where is the Eban? "
" You are taking a nap after the three castrated mice. E 'on the bed in his office. "
Then Dorian's attention is attracted by the figure of Crawford. The scientist is quietly sitting at the computer that keeps the vital signs of active Wolfud. In addition to the English scientist, and over a thick slab of bulletproof glass three men lying completely naked and tied to the beds. The three mice captured from Baldwin: Ramon Inigo Montoya, Vince and Mike Izzy Tail Wolfud.
The three are in a state of induced coma, connected to the beds strongly reinforced by a variety of buckles metal plates to prevent the three tear with relative ease the three buckles. Around them, a light blanket of fog in the air tristibuisce the drug invented by Dorian and perfected by the brilliant team. Drug that in a few days, thanks to special treatment, should lead the three mutants to access capabilities that were never given.
"Crawford, detached from that process for a moment and beviti a beer."
"Uh huh? Oh, no, no no. ..... Thank you Mr. Dor or for the Queen! "
English does not have time to reject the beer the bottle is already in flight. Man tries to stretch the bottle bounces off the hands and finally falls right on the PC it is connected to breaking Wolfud in several pieces and distributed throughout the full-bodied amber liquid inside the PC. A few moments and gray smoke begins to exit the house followed by sparks. Malakian is the first to react, the tension of the moment, the fear of losing years of work in a cortocicuito, have turned into a hideous beast completely covered with the slimy sintopelle. A tentacle snaps and the outlet is disconnected. Seguida then a series of curses and imprecations of the same number of Malakian.
"To the Queen! Broke the hard drive!" , shouting in English while the other side of the figure of Wolfud glass begins to stir as a prey to violent spasm and cramps. The body of the mutant folds into place that humans have very little and quickly dies.
"Very well, are guinea pigs. I would not worry too much ..."
Dorian states with disinterest. Shrugs his shoulders and quietly begins to drink his beer drinking with gusto.
".. we have two more, right? How's it going with Montoya?"
"..."
"..."
"Oh, I asked a question and I want a fucking answer!"
"Um, dead."
Responds infile, feeble and awkward, the English doctor. The revelation that Dorian can not react in surprise. He almost strangles you with its beer.
"What the fuck is death?"
"We say that Eban has cut a bit 'too much and that before, I was playing with a piece of him."
E 'justification of the second of three mice Malakian lost.
"Oh, shit, shit ... shit ... shit ! let's not even kill Tail. We need him alive. We have already lost four guinea pigs. I have enough!"
So the experiments continued (continued. ..)
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