Post by Sinister on Nov 1, 2006 15:40:33 GMT -5
Doctor Essex hummed the '1812 Overture' as he strode purposefully down the corridor. He had left the states for a few days and taken a holiday from NovaTeX. They had been left with enough work to keep them busy anyway, Trask had approved production of the suppression collars and NovaTeX intended to deliver.
He paused stopped at the rich, oak paneled door before pushing it open and stepping into the room beyond.
No matter how far his travels may take him or how long the quest took it was always good to come home. He smiled his joyless smile and looked around the laboratory. It was exactly how he had left it, exactly how it should be.
Still humming he walked to the cold storage and swung the door open. The clinking of phials greeted him as he did so and he checked each to make sure the seals were all still intact. It would not do to have his life's work undone by something as mundane as a faulty seal.
Particularly when you had lived as long as Nathaniel Essex.
He opened his little bag and pulled out his latest acquisition, snug in its cooling tube. The blood within was still fresh and bright, still worth adding to the collection. First though he tipped a few drops onto a sample plate and set the plate in the processor.
In a couple of hours he would have the mutant X gene isolated and then it would be of use.
The rest of the blood he placed into the collection.
More than a centuries worth of mutant genetic samples from the absurdly common class ones to the prized class five. It was never quite enough though. Never quite enough to make the perfect elixir.
He closed the door and, still humming, proceeded to his journal.
There was another ten years to add.
He paused stopped at the rich, oak paneled door before pushing it open and stepping into the room beyond.
No matter how far his travels may take him or how long the quest took it was always good to come home. He smiled his joyless smile and looked around the laboratory. It was exactly how he had left it, exactly how it should be.
Still humming he walked to the cold storage and swung the door open. The clinking of phials greeted him as he did so and he checked each to make sure the seals were all still intact. It would not do to have his life's work undone by something as mundane as a faulty seal.
Particularly when you had lived as long as Nathaniel Essex.
He opened his little bag and pulled out his latest acquisition, snug in its cooling tube. The blood within was still fresh and bright, still worth adding to the collection. First though he tipped a few drops onto a sample plate and set the plate in the processor.
In a couple of hours he would have the mutant X gene isolated and then it would be of use.
The rest of the blood he placed into the collection.
More than a centuries worth of mutant genetic samples from the absurdly common class ones to the prized class five. It was never quite enough though. Never quite enough to make the perfect elixir.
He closed the door and, still humming, proceeded to his journal.
There was another ten years to add.
