//Keep in mind that Im an average guy and dont know a single thing about advanced science and am making this up completely. Purely fictional....so try not to get factually butthurt or tell me what I did wrong as the majority of what I'm writing is dumb and fictional.....Im looking at you nerds.....just read and enjoy//
"So, did you finish going over the data?" Michael asked with a polite tone. "If so I'd like to further discuss specimen #98 in greater detail. Furthermore, I believe tests should begin as soon as possible."
Around three hours had passed since Samantha Carson had first met the subject codenamed "Mako". In that brief period of time following the encounter, Sam had taken the opportunity to go over the two days worth of data she had missed during her absence. Now fully caught up with all the crucial information, the redhead and a few of the other more experienced scientists were gathered around a large oval oak table in a room that was adjacent to the testing area. Sam sat at one end of the desk while Michael was positioned at the other and, though the two of them usually got along with each other pretty well, she could already see the clash that was about to take place between them.
"I have indeed gone over the facts and statistics," Sam responded, her tone a bit icy. She didn't mean for it to come out like that, but she could already feel the tension. "However, I already know why the subjects are still alive. Further testing isn't necessary."
"Wait wait wait." A rather old looking man with thinning grey hair stood up from his chair. "Your trying to tell me that you figured it out in 3 hours when a whole team couldnt figure it out in two days?"
"Thats right," She replied with a small smile. "I'll even happily break it down for all of you so we can all be on the same page. The key to this all obviously lies in the genes themselves, not the blood." Standing up from her seat, Sam walked to the front of the room where a dry erase board stood tall and ready for use.
For the next few minutes or so, the fiery redhead calmly broke everything she had found out while perusing through the data. Most of the scientists looked on in awe as it slowly began to make sense, like a puzzle finally beginning to come together. It was quite amazing to them how this young woman who could easily be a daughter or granddaughter to most in the room was able figure out something so complex in such a short timeframe. At the start of everything, no one had taken the young woman seriously due to her age and lack of experience, but now a sort of newfound respect began to emerge as many of them began to ask questions in very friendly and polite tones.
Everyone was getting in on the breakthrough Sam had just given. All except for one, one who kept to himself with a rather deadpan expression. Michael, a clean man who was highly regarded amongst the other scientists as a genius, stared at Sam with dark blue eyes that carried a sort of concealed rage and frustration, a look that could give other people shivers. This glare remained until one of the scientists turned to chat with him, a smile forming easily before the man could get a glimpse of his previously hostile expression.
"I hope that satisfies you," Sam said as she set down her dry erase marker. "That is why we don't need further testing to find out how they were made. With the current data we have, we can make more that are similar if not better then unit #98. Any more questions?" She didn't say it outright but everyone knew this was directed at Michael who was now giving off a sort of strained atmosphere.
"Well I think that wraps everything up." The old man who had spoken up earlier gave a small clap as he smiled. "How about we have ours-"
"Since we don't have to test for how to make more," Michael interrupted, his voice calm and casual. "How about we test them for their abilities? Since we can simply make more of them then it shouldn't be a problem to use the rest to see their physical capabilities. Wouldn't you agree....Sam?"
Sparks were almost visible as the two stared at each other, bright green and dark blue hues staring daggers at one another. Sam clenched her teeth as she shook her head, trying to keep her patience and attitude in check. Normally it was very difficult to make her angry but for some reason Michael was starting to annoy her. "You and I both know we cant do anything like that without permission from the higher ups. Besides, plans have already been made by the one whose supporting this whole operation. No one can change it, especially not us."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CANT BE-"
Michael's temper was immediately cut off by the sound of files hitting the table. A large manila folder with the words "Social Adaptations" sprawled over the front. The file was rather thin and it looked unimpressive but it still made Michael, who had stood up from his seat, clear his throat and sit back down. His large hands took the folder and carefully opened it.
"Well? What does it say Michael?" An old woman in her mid to late 50s asked after sitting in silence for a few minutes. Everyone in the room apart from Sam was immensely curious about the contents of the folder that had been lain out and they all waited with bated breath.
After a few more minutes of silence, the man put all the papers back and closed the folder. "It says that each and every remaining subject will be raised in society in order to gauge if they can blend in. We are to go on hiatus for the next 12 years while they mature and grow. We'll still get payed but 5 of us will have to take one of them in and raise them like normal. Did I get most of that right Samantha?"
Sam gave a thumbs up. "Five of you lucky people will have the honor of taking them home and raising them. Basically we're stepping out of the realm of science and into the realm of babysitting. Of course, we are required to document everything and record crucial findings which will be reviewed once the subjects have fully matured. I know this is all sudden but try to keep in mind that its part of your job."
Silence enveloped the room as the news sunk in, everyone pondering the idea of having an unknown possibly dangerous experiment living in their house. Even Sam herself was thinking along the same lines as the rest, wondering how she would ever get to watch the next season of My Hero Academia if she had to constantly watch a kid that could potentially threaten her life. To say the least, it wasnt a pleasant thought.
"I think we should let Sam have the honor of being the first to adopt one of them. She is the leader after all. She deserves it more then anyone here."
Sam cursed inwardly as her gaze once again focused on Michael, the man whose voice had just cut through the symphony of silence. She didn't know what beef he had with her but it was seriously making her mad, but it was far too late to intervene as the idea had already been planted inside everyone's head. One by one, little by litte, the scientists at the table began to agree, each person taking Michael's side as they looked on expectantly. In one fell swoop, the middle aged man had turned the tables on her and was now staring with what could only be seen as a rather smug expression.
"Fine," Sam said with a defeated sigh as she leaned against the oak table. "I'll take in unit #71. Satisfied?"
"Of course," Michael replied, his arms crossing in front of his chest. "As long as you yourself are happy with raising a child. I wonder how long you'll last."
"You must really want to get the crap beaten out of y-"
"ANDDDDDDD we're done here," said one scientist as he stood up from the table. "Lets begin the prep work for moving the subjects out of the lab. If everyone will follow me. Samantha dear, could you please follow me? I need your advice on one of the specimens."
Sam glanced at the old man and then at Michael. She had more then a few things to say to the guy, but she pushed her personal feelings aside and shifted her focus. It was quite obvious the old scientist just wanted to pull the two of them apart, anyone could tell that much. Despite knowing this though, the fiery redhead gave a small nod before walking out with the man and the rest of the group.
As soon as the thick steel door of the room had closed, Michael, who had stayed behind, clenched his pearly teeth together, his fist slamming down onto the desk. "Fuckin Uppity Smartass B*tch," He said, his face twisting with rage and disgust. "Its bad enough they named a woman as the lead scientist, but to have her be above me is even worse. She's probably sleeping with someone just to be up on top, damn sl*t!!"
Standing up from his chair, Michael pulled out his phone. "This is a huge setback to my original plan but its fine. Twelve years gives me more then enough time to lay some groundwork. Ill make sure that ungrateful and repulsive childish dumba*s gets what she deserves."
From the beginning, since he had first started working for the Company, there had been nothing but respect and admiration for Michael. He made huge leaps on every problem he was assigned and every project he was put in charge of would make enormous breakthroughs in relatively short amounts of time. He was revered as a genius, one who could be relied on to get results. He was the best....or at least he was. This was before the woman known as Samantha Carson stepped into his life and ruined everything for him.
The ringing of the phone filled the room before it was shortly cut off. "Hello?" A deep masculine but slightly distorted voice answered.
"Boss," Michael said, lowering his voice. "There's been a change of plans."
"Oh? What sort of changes?"