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"The transformation is complete. We are ready to move into the final stage." An exhale and shifting of clothes. A lone light filling the darkness of the room. The wooden desk littered with papers, bottles of empty hard liquor bottles, an ashtray stuffed with butts of Djarum Black cigarettes and a Cisco IP phone. Black leather square toed leather shoes crossed from legs of a black pleated dress pants, which were fastened to the hip by black leather belt with a striking silver buckle. The silk red and silver shirt met the face of the voice, an Elk by the name of Karz.

Karz's ten point rack displaying a demonic shadow on the desk. He leaned back in the green leather chair, the handset of the phone to his ear as he toyed with the silver goatee on his chin.

"I give it a few more hours until we proceed with the transplant, I assume the other project's have been halted?" He smirks when the reply comes, "And the Missing? The drive should bring the Missing home. The chip should see to that."

The door at the far end of the room opens and a Lynx with drawn features and a stained lab coat enters, carrying a clear clipboard. She stops just across the threshold.

"Enter," Karz says to the Lynx before continuing into the handset, "I will call you back." He places the handset on it's base. Placing his hooves on the floor, he stands and bows slightly to her.

"Here is the file you requested on W3774-9002." She stepped closer and extended the clipboard which Karz took and examined it.

"Perfect. Ah, the neural implants are fully operational; Activate the transmitter, and bring him home."

"Right away, Sir." The Lynx turned and opened the door but before she could exit, Karz pushed it closed, and slid a hand down the front of her lab coat.

"I see that you are still lovely... Come to my quarters in one hour..."

"Yes... Sir." The Lynx quietly replied, her face screwed up tightly as she fought the urge to cry.

"Send Orion here. I would like to have a word with him."

The Lynx nods and exits the room. Karz returns to his desk picking up the pack of cigarettes and placing one of the black filter tips into his mouth. After applying flame, the crackling of the cloves and their sweet smell filled the room in a cloud of smoke.

A few minutes pass before the a figure appears behind the Elk, "You requested my presence, Karz?"

"Orion, it seems we have an intruder and a mole. I need you to locate and eliminate the threat to us."

"What is the clearance?"

"Ulric-Avenue-Zen."

"Done. Parameters?"

"All but those needed for the completion of the Project in the Transfusion lab. Kill Everyone. They will be replaced by Drones, and Your army. We mustn't let this get out of hand. Increase security to the maximum level. No information leaves this site without my approval."

"Understood. Sir, there is a pressing issue that needs to be addressed..."

"Yes?"

"What about W3774-9002? He is still at large..."

"He, and a few of his new found friends are on their way here... Beau will remove W3774-9002 and take him to the Transfusion lab where we will proceed as planned. The growth chamber was a failure, but the spin on the media made it sound like it was a success."

"And that subject?"

"He will be terminated." Karz stubbed the butt out and poured over the papers on the desk before handing a file over his shoulder. "He is of no use to us, but have a close eye on him until we are able to dispose of him."

Orion takes the file and absorbs it and after a moment, "Sounds like everything is planned out."

"With no further changes to the script, the result shall go as expected, nothing will change, and soon, the world will beg for mercy."

Description
"The transformation is complete. We are ready to move into the final stage." An exhale and shifting of clothes. A lone light filling the darkness of the room. The wooden desk littered with papers, bottles of empty hard liquor bottles, an ashtray stuffed with butts of Djarum Black cigarettes and a Cisco IP phone. Black leather square toed leather shoes crossed from legs of a black pleated dress pants, which were fastened to the hip by black leather belt with a striking silver buckle. The silk red and silver shirt met the face of the voice, an Elk by the name of Karz.

Karz's ten point rack displaying a demonic shadow on the desk. He leaned back in the green leather chair, the handset of the phone to his ear as he toyed with the silver goatee on his chin.

"I give it a few more hours until we proceed with the transplant, I assume the other project's have been halted?" He smirks when the reply comes, "And the Missing? The drive should bring the Missing home. The chip should see to that."

The door at the far end of the room opens and a Lynx with drawn features and a stained lab coat enters, carrying a clear clipboard. She stops just across the threshold.

"Enter," Karz says to the Lynx before continuing into the handset, "I will call you back." He places the handset on it's base. Placing his hooves on the floor, he stands and bows slightly to her.

"Here is the file you requested on W3774-9002." She stepped closer and extended the clipboard which Karz took and examined it.

"Perfect. Ah, the neural implants are fully operational; Activate the transmitter, and bring him home."

"Right away, Sir." The Lynx turned and opened the door but before she could exit, Karz pushed it closed, and slid a hand down the front of her lab coat.

"I see that you are still lovely... Come to my quarters in one hour..."

"Yes... Sir." The Lynx quietly replied, her face screwed up tightly as she fought the urge to cry.

"Send Orion here. I would like to have a word with him."

The Lynx nods and exits the room. Karz returns to his desk picking up the pack of cigarettes and placing one of the black filter tips into his mouth. After applying flame, the crackling of the cloves and their sweet smell filled the room in a cloud of smoke.

A few minutes pass before the a figure appears behind the Elk, "You requested my presence, Karz?"

"Orion, it seems we have an intruder and a mole. I need you to locate and eliminate the threat to us."

"What is the clearance?"

"Ulric-Avenue-Zen."

"Done. Parameters?"

"All but those needed for the completion of the Project in the Transfusion lab. Kill Everyone. They will be replaced by Drones, and Your army. We mustn't let this get out of hand. Increase security to the maximum level. No information leaves this site without my approval."

"Understood. Sir, there is a pressing issue that needs to be addressed..."

"Yes?"

"What about W3774-9002? He is still at large..."

"He, and a few of his new found friends are on their way here... Beau will remove W3774-9002 and take him to the Transfusion lab where we will proceed as planned. The growth chamber was a failure, but the spin on the media made it sound like it was a success."

"And that subject?"

"He will be terminated." Karz stubbed the butt out and poured over the papers on the desk before handing a file over his shoulder. "He is of no use to us, but have a close eye on him until we are able to dispose of him."

Orion takes the file and absorbs it and after a moment, "Sounds like everything is planned out."

"With no further changes to the script, the result shall go as expected, nothing will change, and soon, the world will beg for mercy."