"E 'come from?"
Dante's voice rings out for the warehouse 4C of BMT, seeing the approaching truck and a storage charge coming toward him.
"Yes, sir, directly from Ireland, as you ordered, we used the means faster, but the costs are ..."
"No matter, the game will be worth the candle."
The case is brought before him for inspection and the new managing director of BMT opens quietly, but with great curiosity and impatience in the depths of the soul. Move the hair from her face.
"Wonderful ..."
An expression of pure pleasure and almost madness in the eyes of the most famous doctor in New York. In the case of vials, instruments and documents of various types, all perfectly packaged.
"In the laboratory 15, in a hurry!"
Order any of the transportation workers to load the boxes and the transfer begins.
Doctor Malakian, Miss Mc Leod the phone. "
A man in a suit and tie, declined in the stores, it brings a sophisticated phone and hands it to Dante.
"Hello, Miss Mc Leod ...?"
"Hello, Malakian"
"Its cargo arrived on time and perfectly intact."
I hope that my research on stem cells could be useful ...
"Are you kidding? You are the bulwark of stem cell science. I will send a private plane to fetch it: the official invitation as my guest!"
smile is painted on the face of the young manage, risky and risky, a little thought, as usual, but it has a unique flair for business.
"We will discuss matters that may interest you .."
"... Well then, goodbye."
The call is closed, everything is prepared quickly and flawlessly.
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Dr. Malakian sitting in his leather chair in his luxury apartment in a residential area. The living room is very spacious, comfortable and obscured by the raging night on Manhattan, with walls in warm colors and furniture to modern taste. Many things had happened in his escape from the coach and his first meeting with John Dorian, too many to remember or tell.
"profit this year grew by four percent."
right leg resting on the arm of his chair comfortable, elegant shoe with feet dangling. The pants are signed at various points and crumpled shirt rippling rhythmically following the motion of her breathing.
"The research and development ... the task force did not yield the desired results ..."
Through the half-moon spectacles very professional from the titanium frame, his eyes carefully scrutinize the budget of that year, drawn up at year end. A look a bit 'full of disappointment for what is written there. He closes his eyes, threw the sheets on the floor and takes off his glasses. Bring the left hand to the eyes and massage them slowly.
"Be damned ..."
The home phone rings, breathe deeply, open your eyes and gaze move slowly on the cordless. Mister Willson, his dog, trots him wagging his nose and pushes the foot. Dante moves the look on his faithful mate, rests a hand on the head and starts to get weary.
'Go Sit beautiful ... "
And that obeys, and the renowned doctor approaches the little table on which rested the cordless ... He hesitates a moment, moves a little and pour the whiskey on the rocks in a crystal glass. Tired expression on her face veiled and a concern ...
"Hello ...?"
finally takes the phone and accepts the call, in the left hand holds the glass with the drink bright ocher. The heart rate increases, giving him horrible feeling. Even when covering a load of drugs or equipment Illegal feels so strange and agitated.
Doctor Malakian? Are Ike. "
"Good evening."
"Have a minute?" I should tell something ... Sit down, is better. "
Dante walks slowly towards his seat, and the whiskey in his hand. The apartment is dark, lit only by moonlight that passes through the large skylight above the living room: a gloomy atmosphere. He sits comfortably, despite the thoughts, and takes a long sip from the glass. Long moments of silence and then the voice comes out almost forcibly pushed by the force of the will of the doctor.
"Tell me ..."
"... finding that my exams asked them ... Acute leukemia is very common, the remaining few months of life. I'm sorry sir. "
The call is closed and the doctor more powerful than all of New York dropped the phone on the ground with a thud on fine marble. Look at his house almost in disgust, all he had done until then had suddenly lost meaning and flavor.
"FUCK!"
Aggressive and angry with it down the table and the bottle of whiskey and chess in wood. The glass is broken under the pressure of Malakian an increasingly unstable. The whole world is falling apart around him in an instant, all that was repressed in the deep re-emerges in a bright and chaotic frenzy of madness.
"long way to get away from home ... And I became just like my father ..."
In brief moments can be found at the door, opens it and disappears from the apartment.
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The private practice of Dante is located in one of the slums of New York. Untouched because of the place being protected by a gang hired specifically for this task and equipped with security systems. The man opens the door and closes it behind him, down the stairs to the basement and turns on the light that illuminates the area with a dull hum. The laboratory is not very big, but is equipped and advanced, as well as a little messy and confusing.
"Where the hell is ..."
hands nervously space for tables, and boxes of documents, looking for something small enough to lose in those places.
"There!"
Extracts a vial of an airtight container. Inside the tube a black liquid, viscous, almost seems agitated.
"Stem Cells treated ..."
takes a syringe and put in front of some complex machinery, is facing a crazy look to the vial at that time takes on a almost transcendent, divine meaning for the man reached the limits of his mental stability.
"With Mc Leod ..."
The machines are turned on, displaying the X-ray appearance of the administrator of despair. The syringe is forcefully injected into the spinal cord. The pain is intense, leans forward and falls on his knees ... press the plunger and the liquid disappears into the black man's body that he collapsed to the ground like a lifeless ... Weighed down by its very nature, unable to escape the past.
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Darkness most totally surrounded his mind ... A distant sound, like a faint breath.
"Malakian ..."
"Who are you?"
suddenly finds himself where that famous night, had fled from his home years ago. E 'and sitting next to the man himself has distinguished it looks. The entire scene is blurred almost a dream ...
John?
man's smile is accentuated until gaping mouth. It leaves a dark figure with angry eyes and an evil grin on his face red.
"Hello, my poor baby ..." All
again becomes dark ...
"Who the fuck are you?"
voice crackling, ghostly and profound answers.
"I'm Dante."
"Can ... I ... I AM DANTE."
"I am a part of Dante. Fear is my name."
"You do not exist ..."
"But you, dear doctor, and I want to thank you for giving me the light!"
"But how ..."
"Never mind."
Dante falls silent in the darkness that permeates it again.
"What have I become ?..."
"You really become yourself. Now you can leave everything to vent repressed hatred in your heart. Six escaped from a destiny to continue to run after it. YOU ARE WEAK! "
No. .." Oh you who you are ... "
No answer comes from Dante, in silence.
" SAY! "
" I am ... "
" But do not worry, I will deliver thee, I will help, just do what I command you and you'll feel better, better and better. "
" Deliver me ... "
" Hmm ... it takes a nice reward for Dr. Mc Leod, what do you say? "
Dante smiles darkness.
"You're right."
"It will be here next week for your invitation in your lodgings: so do not forget you."
I will!
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The laboratory of Dr. Ike is empty and desolate. Cops move in and out, rhythmically. The doctor is missing now for several days and disappeared without a trace after the last call made to Dante.
"Have you found anything?"
Dante
A healthy and physically invigorated rather also slightly firmer, stands almost opposite the imposing Lieutenant Maros.
"Yes Mr. Malakian. In the apartment of Dr. Ike have found half-empty the closets, we believe that has packed up and is gone."
The lieutenant shook his head slowly and note the CEO of BMT.
"no family, no one to denounce the disappearance."
"I do not care, I examined documents, has placed any matter pending with the BMT, for me no more. "
The man in uniform looks carefully Dante and then lowers his eyes on the notebook, pressing with the pen.
"So you say they have not heard lately?"
"not outside the workplace.
The conversation turns to other unnecessary applications that do not give any interesting element to the lieutenant comes out with all his team along with Dante. Everything is quiet in the basement quickly, temporarily closed for maintenance. Dr. Malakian sitting on wooden crates in the corridor, thoughtfully.
"I have not found any documents about the exams ..."
Breathe in deeply as he puts his hands to his head. A mocking smile on his face is painted, definitely not normal and insane.
"It 'disappeared, no one will know of my illness ... I do not believe in God, but this evening I will drink in his honor."
jumped down from the box and goes through the corridors from the white walls in the direct section of the leadership. Foolishly sure of himself than ever.
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