Calinon
First Post
Prologue
Prophet's Lair
"You left Mason behind?" Prophet says questioningly.
"Hey, he said he could handle it. Guess it runs in the family," Ghost replies, putting his feet up on the table. "You know, you real-urk!"
Quicker than the eye could see, Prophet was beside him, hand clamped over around his neck, lifting him bodily out of his chair to dangle several inches off the ground.
"You left my general behind!?" Prophet shouts as he drains the power from Ghost. Flames roar in the hearth and his eyes become twin pillars of fire before he finally tosses Ghost across the room like a rag doll. Ghost rolls onto his back and sits up, rubbing his neck where even now angry black bruises are appearing. "And the virus?" Prophet demands.
"Delivered," Ghost rasps. "I had a few followers. Loco and that demon kid and EPIC's cat-girl. Though I doubt she's a problem anymore," he says, paling when he notices the glare coming from Prophet. "I didn't kill anyone who could be part of Omega!" he exclaims quickly. The statement seems to placate Prophet.
"Very well. Now we shall wait and see if the good General can start the purge of the human pests for us. I want you and Mason ready to move in and seize the altered virus as soon as it is ready."
"But," Ghost starts. "Mason is sure to be put on public trial."
"Then we'll just have to arrange for a public escape," Prophet says with a feral grin.
SAP Corporate Headquarters
"Are you out of your mind!?" Allison Vaile shouts, one of the very few times she had ever lost her temper. "I went to a lot of effort to get that virus destroyed before it fell into the wrong hands."
"Effort greatly appreciated. Now, everyone but a select few believe it gone. But we have an opportunity to continue our research. We have a sample of Anaconda we can recover. A vaccine capable of destroying Anaconda is within our grasp. It's applications against more benign virus' could revolutionize the pharmaceutical industry," said Rao Telda, head of the board of directors and the true controlling force behind South American Pharmaceuticals.
"You can't simply recover Anaconda from someone. You have to extract its molecules, molecules bonded to blood! It has a 90% probability of killing the patient!"
"To me, those are acceptable odds," Rao replies. "The profit we could achieve far outweigh the risks."
"This is not some peasant we are talking about," Ms. Vaile says angrily. "This is an EPIC member."
"One member, who they already know was infected. It won't be a stretch to explain his death away as an unfortunate incident."
"The hell it won't!" Ms. Vaile snarls, advancing on her seated opponent. "I swear if any harm comes to Sanjay, I'll take this entire conversation straight to the press," she declares, confident that her super-natural charisma would win this argument.
Lesser men might have shrunk at facing the wrath of the charismatic Allison Vaile. Rao Telda was not a lesser man. He rose to his full six foot, eight inch height, and loomed over her.
"No, you will not," he says simply, glaring down at her. "You are the pretty face of the company, a superior researcher and an excellent debater, but you do not make policy. Anaconda is too important for SAP to pass up. The virus will be harvested from the host and our research will continue. And you will not mention this to anyone or you will face harsh reprisal," he said, leaving the open ended threat hanging in the air.
"But I," Ms. Vaile starts.
"The board has made its decision. Good day, Ms. Vaile," Rao Telda says, retaking his seat. Ms. Vaile storms out of the room, drawing a sigh of relief from the other board members. "Now, for the next order of business, we have the hostile takeover of Pratchett Pharmaceuticals coming up and I want to make sure everything is prepared."
Prophet's Lair
"You left Mason behind?" Prophet says questioningly.
"Hey, he said he could handle it. Guess it runs in the family," Ghost replies, putting his feet up on the table. "You know, you real-urk!"
Quicker than the eye could see, Prophet was beside him, hand clamped over around his neck, lifting him bodily out of his chair to dangle several inches off the ground.
"You left my general behind!?" Prophet shouts as he drains the power from Ghost. Flames roar in the hearth and his eyes become twin pillars of fire before he finally tosses Ghost across the room like a rag doll. Ghost rolls onto his back and sits up, rubbing his neck where even now angry black bruises are appearing. "And the virus?" Prophet demands.
"Delivered," Ghost rasps. "I had a few followers. Loco and that demon kid and EPIC's cat-girl. Though I doubt she's a problem anymore," he says, paling when he notices the glare coming from Prophet. "I didn't kill anyone who could be part of Omega!" he exclaims quickly. The statement seems to placate Prophet.
"Very well. Now we shall wait and see if the good General can start the purge of the human pests for us. I want you and Mason ready to move in and seize the altered virus as soon as it is ready."
"But," Ghost starts. "Mason is sure to be put on public trial."
"Then we'll just have to arrange for a public escape," Prophet says with a feral grin.
SAP Corporate Headquarters
"Are you out of your mind!?" Allison Vaile shouts, one of the very few times she had ever lost her temper. "I went to a lot of effort to get that virus destroyed before it fell into the wrong hands."
"Effort greatly appreciated. Now, everyone but a select few believe it gone. But we have an opportunity to continue our research. We have a sample of Anaconda we can recover. A vaccine capable of destroying Anaconda is within our grasp. It's applications against more benign virus' could revolutionize the pharmaceutical industry," said Rao Telda, head of the board of directors and the true controlling force behind South American Pharmaceuticals.
"You can't simply recover Anaconda from someone. You have to extract its molecules, molecules bonded to blood! It has a 90% probability of killing the patient!"
"To me, those are acceptable odds," Rao replies. "The profit we could achieve far outweigh the risks."
"This is not some peasant we are talking about," Ms. Vaile says angrily. "This is an EPIC member."
"One member, who they already know was infected. It won't be a stretch to explain his death away as an unfortunate incident."
"The hell it won't!" Ms. Vaile snarls, advancing on her seated opponent. "I swear if any harm comes to Sanjay, I'll take this entire conversation straight to the press," she declares, confident that her super-natural charisma would win this argument.
Lesser men might have shrunk at facing the wrath of the charismatic Allison Vaile. Rao Telda was not a lesser man. He rose to his full six foot, eight inch height, and loomed over her.
"No, you will not," he says simply, glaring down at her. "You are the pretty face of the company, a superior researcher and an excellent debater, but you do not make policy. Anaconda is too important for SAP to pass up. The virus will be harvested from the host and our research will continue. And you will not mention this to anyone or you will face harsh reprisal," he said, leaving the open ended threat hanging in the air.
"But I," Ms. Vaile starts.
"The board has made its decision. Good day, Ms. Vaile," Rao Telda says, retaking his seat. Ms. Vaile storms out of the room, drawing a sigh of relief from the other board members. "Now, for the next order of business, we have the hostile takeover of Pratchett Pharmaceuticals coming up and I want to make sure everything is prepared."
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