Post by Ryan - Loki on Jul 9, 2007 13:07:00 GMT
CRASH , was the word that came closest to describing the noise that had suddenly filled the lab area. Instantly pieces of equipment and glass were following in suit of the noise, smashing upon their violent impact with the cold concrete floor of the lab as Dr Hipton’s had first came crashing into them, the cause of the ruckus; the poor inanimate objects. At any rate the entirety of the lab personnel had now stopped whatever it was that they had been doing and were now looking on, in a state of complete and utter trepidation, at Dr Hipton’s now mangled, and quite lifeless, body. However, there was one man within the room who was feeling the exact opposite from everyone else, and it wasn’t Dr Hipton.
In a completely erratic nature Difeza was angrily marching around in circles within the middle of the lab, forcing the odd computer or glass beaker off of the nearest desk or table. “Now then,” he bellowed as he came to an abrupt halt, addressing the entire lab. “Let’s try that again shall we? Someone step forward from the rest of you worthless cowards and tell me the current state of progress. If no one has stepped forward by the time I’ve counted to ten, then I’ll just have to find out the ‘old fashioned’ way…wont I?” he cracked his knuckles at this point, his eyes slowly looking over each and every person in the lab.
“Ten.”
Before the number had barely escaped Difeza’s lips someone had stepped forward from the rest and into his line of sight and halting the countdown, for now at least. Whether this man - lets call him Bob -, who was roughly only twenty years of age, had been unwillingly pushed forward or had done it out of his own accord was debatable, however that point no longer mattered as Difeza had already spotted him; there was no turning back.
With an incredibly deep breath, as well as puffing his chest out like a threatened animal, the young scientist spoke with as much authority in his voice as he could possibly muster. “P-Progress is moving along smoothly Mr Difeza, but-” a loud gunshot echoed throughout the lab as the Bob’s body fell to the ground, his body motionless as a pool of crimson slowly drifted out from beneath him and across the white floor tiles. In sync everyone shuffled backwards as well as giving a combined cry of shock at what they had all just witnessed. There Difeza stood, his arms till extended, smoke slowly drifting from within the guns barrel.
“Wrong answer.” his voice was cold and blunt, emotionless even. Slowly he lowered his arm and looked back towards the rest of the room.
“Nine.”
An unsettling feeling instantly filled the room, a low mumble of words being exchanged within small groups of people throughout the room as they were worried, for obvious reasons. What were they to do? There was obviously a problem with the progress, a problem that everyone shared, but how were they to stand up to their crazed superior? especially when he has a gun! The situation was bleak.
“Eight.”
“Seven.”
“Six.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“Hey! That wasn’t ten seconds!” the man was foolish to complain. Instantly Difeza spun around and extended his arm in the mans direction - lets call him George - as with another gunshot rung out through the air and George instantly met the same fate as Bob; poor George and Bob.
“Stop please!” another voice quickly exclaimed. A much older man - I reckon his name’s Eugene - stepped out from amidst a small group of scientists, his hands raised up in front of him to ease Difeza not to fire. “I know what you want…and I can give it to you, just please don’t kill anyone else.” It worked, Difeza slowly lowered his arm.
“No don’t!” Once again the protest was met with the sound of gunfire.
“I just said no killing anyone else!”
“Ok…that was the last one.”
Slowly Eugene moved over towards the nearest computer, which funny enough was one of the only remaining computers that hadn’t ended up smashed and on the floor no thanks to Difeza, and began typing away. “You do know what you’re doing right…I mean you know what this will mean for the planet, right?”
“Yes…I do know, so continue.”
“Great, so you know…that’s fine, I’m glad we’re on the same page. You know, yet you’re still making me do it…great.” Eugene continued typing for a few more minutes while everyone else within the lab just looked on, unable to do anything, and then with one final, not to mentioned over-done, tap on the Enter key of the keyboard Eugene stopped and looked up at Difeza. “There, it’s done…I estimate that in roughly thirty to forty-five minutes it would have covered the entire planet, rendering everyone with an abnormally high energy signature unconscious…even if they attempt to mask it or hide it.” Difeza smirked and pulled his mobile phone out from his blazer pocket with his free hand.
“Yeah, we have a go on the operation…get your team ready.”
In a completely erratic nature Difeza was angrily marching around in circles within the middle of the lab, forcing the odd computer or glass beaker off of the nearest desk or table. “Now then,” he bellowed as he came to an abrupt halt, addressing the entire lab. “Let’s try that again shall we? Someone step forward from the rest of you worthless cowards and tell me the current state of progress. If no one has stepped forward by the time I’ve counted to ten, then I’ll just have to find out the ‘old fashioned’ way…wont I?” he cracked his knuckles at this point, his eyes slowly looking over each and every person in the lab.
“Ten.”
Before the number had barely escaped Difeza’s lips someone had stepped forward from the rest and into his line of sight and halting the countdown, for now at least. Whether this man - lets call him Bob -, who was roughly only twenty years of age, had been unwillingly pushed forward or had done it out of his own accord was debatable, however that point no longer mattered as Difeza had already spotted him; there was no turning back.
With an incredibly deep breath, as well as puffing his chest out like a threatened animal, the young scientist spoke with as much authority in his voice as he could possibly muster. “P-Progress is moving along smoothly Mr Difeza, but-” a loud gunshot echoed throughout the lab as the Bob’s body fell to the ground, his body motionless as a pool of crimson slowly drifted out from beneath him and across the white floor tiles. In sync everyone shuffled backwards as well as giving a combined cry of shock at what they had all just witnessed. There Difeza stood, his arms till extended, smoke slowly drifting from within the guns barrel.
“Wrong answer.” his voice was cold and blunt, emotionless even. Slowly he lowered his arm and looked back towards the rest of the room.
“Nine.”
An unsettling feeling instantly filled the room, a low mumble of words being exchanged within small groups of people throughout the room as they were worried, for obvious reasons. What were they to do? There was obviously a problem with the progress, a problem that everyone shared, but how were they to stand up to their crazed superior? especially when he has a gun! The situation was bleak.
“Eight.”
“Seven.”
“Six.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“Hey! That wasn’t ten seconds!” the man was foolish to complain. Instantly Difeza spun around and extended his arm in the mans direction - lets call him George - as with another gunshot rung out through the air and George instantly met the same fate as Bob; poor George and Bob.
“Stop please!” another voice quickly exclaimed. A much older man - I reckon his name’s Eugene - stepped out from amidst a small group of scientists, his hands raised up in front of him to ease Difeza not to fire. “I know what you want…and I can give it to you, just please don’t kill anyone else.” It worked, Difeza slowly lowered his arm.
“No don’t!” Once again the protest was met with the sound of gunfire.
“I just said no killing anyone else!”
“Ok…that was the last one.”
Slowly Eugene moved over towards the nearest computer, which funny enough was one of the only remaining computers that hadn’t ended up smashed and on the floor no thanks to Difeza, and began typing away. “You do know what you’re doing right…I mean you know what this will mean for the planet, right?”
“Yes…I do know, so continue.”
“Great, so you know…that’s fine, I’m glad we’re on the same page. You know, yet you’re still making me do it…great.” Eugene continued typing for a few more minutes while everyone else within the lab just looked on, unable to do anything, and then with one final, not to mentioned over-done, tap on the Enter key of the keyboard Eugene stopped and looked up at Difeza. “There, it’s done…I estimate that in roughly thirty to forty-five minutes it would have covered the entire planet, rendering everyone with an abnormally high energy signature unconscious…even if they attempt to mask it or hide it.” Difeza smirked and pulled his mobile phone out from his blazer pocket with his free hand.
“Yeah, we have a go on the operation…get your team ready.”
