"Hmm, I don't think there should be any problem."
I had Gwen, Peter and Dr Maya Hansen look at the Extremis several times, while I reviewed the patients who can be a good test subject.
While testing a new treatment or drug requires approval from the government, everyone knows what will happen if the government came to know that this project has become successful.
Under George Bush, CIA and SHIELD/HYDRA, USA is committed to continue committing more and more war crimes. It's military doesn't need to become more powerful. Moreover, it employs terrorists from Pakistan to commit various deeds.
As if suicide bombers aren't a headache for the whole world, if those terrorists are experimented on to be able to explode without suiciding...
That's why, it is very necessary to choose the right patient to undergo this program, without alerting the government.
Mukesh Jain. An engineer that was working in Intel, around the same age as Dad, with a genetic disease that has caused him to loose his vision and his right arm has become paralysed. And since he is a practicing Jain, who never even eats non-veg, even if he becomes extreme, he will most likely kill himself because breathing kills many organisms. Jains are vegans are different. He doesn't even have any problem with the patient in the bed next to him eating beef. So I guess he doesn't care about trying to stop people and forcing his beliefs on others.
He has lost his job because of this genetic disease that happened to his father, grandfather, and a lot of his ancestors, so I can even hire him for the smartphone project since he was pretty high up in intel, actually designing the chips.
This way, I can keep him within my eyes.
Moreover, he doesn't have a family, so unless he himself is a spy, the chances of this leaking are pretty low.
"Can't there be a way to remove the ability to blow things up?"
Still, it will be better if there was a possibility of this being just a cure.
"Not in the immediate future, atleast."
I sighed as Dr Hansen answered.
"Well, let's test it."
I personally talked to him, and he immediately agreed. He didn't have much time to live anyway, so he thought that even if this fails, he will be satisfied.
I and Peter remained outside the secret operation lab, and while Dr Hansen was performing the operation, Gwen was assisting her, ready to save her, in case he blew up.
After a long operation lasting 3 hours, the operation was successful.
We saw the man, and he was crying. His eyes had light again, and he was no longer paralysed.
I sighed in relief.
No spiderman badluck for me!
"Allahu Akbar!"
Suddenly, the man shouted, and I grabbed Peter, while Gwen grabbed Dr Hansen, and we jumped out of the room.
Why are all spiders unlucky!?