*beep beep beep beep*
The alarm clock sounded unfeeling towards the obviously tired bed occupent. A feeble and unwashed arm krept from under the blancket and fumbled for the snooze switch, only for it's owner to realise that that would be about the fifth time he had done that this morning. In a burst of energy Brian O'Connor jumped out of his bed and dashed for the bathroom. He already was about an hour to late. He looked into the mirror seeing a handsom, 26 year old man looking back. He was good looking, with a good tan, kind brown eyes and a charming smile. He kept his thick, brown hair long and in varying degrees of unkemptness. His sharp, masculine features and his size of around 6'3" made him quite imposing. He quickly brushed his teeth and wolfed down half a steak from yesterday, running out the door. He hurried down the streets, almost getting hit by a car twice, towards nothing else than the white house.
"O'CONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!" It already came echoing through the halls as he entered.
Brian sighed and rolled his eyes. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! YOU'RE OVER AN HOUR LATE!!!!", the head of Homeland Security yelled at him.
Brian rolled his eyes again. "Come on chief, it's not like I missed something importent, I mean, he, we're in POLITICS here.", he said already retreating.
He disappeared behind a huge steel door before the chief could anwser him. What should he do anyways? Brian was the best what he does. Period. Simply the fact tht he could come in with long unkempt hair and a black leather jacket already showed how much respect he had from higher circles. He had his iris scanned and entered a large round room, full of computers and busy people.
"Sir! I've got the NASA on the line here and they don't believe it's gonna work! You could kill hundreds and waste billions of dollars!", his personnal assistant John Schmidt told him as Brian came by, picking up his daily coffee.
"Tell them to do it anyways", Brian anwsered without looking up from his coffee, sitting down on his huge wooden desk. On it he had a golden sign saying:
"Brian O'Connor
Chief of the Department of Experimental Aggresive Defense"
He didn't really like that name, much too long. He liked to call it DEAD. The word hit his job pretty well. He designed, manufactured and tested dangerous and revolutionary weaponry. He was actually the founder of the whole department. His cunning and charming wits quickly got him in good politicall terms and his naturall intelligents only helped. He was a pure genius and everyone knew it. Some even started calling him the da'vinci of the modern times or the Mellenium-Man. Those claims weren't so far fetched. He wasn't only a genius in one or two things, he was good at almost everything. His actuall title would be "Chief Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Professor O'Connor". He had earned a doctoral degree in quantum Physics, Zoologie, Biochemistry and experimental genetics.
At the age of only 26.
He started up his PC and logged in.
"Uhm, sir?", Schmidt said as he knocked at the half open door.
"Yes, John. Come right in.", Brian anwsered smiling.
"The NASA reported the project worked against all calculations and the satelite is safe in orbit now.", he explained almost grinning.
"Well, I said so. And if I say so, then that's how it works", Brian anwsered smiling brodly, mistakingly pulling out his headphones, activting his speakers. The sound of gun shots, body parts exploding and obviously zombie howls echoed through the room before he turned the volume down.
"Erm, Sir? May I ask what you are doing?", John asked weakly.
"Testing experimental weapons against possible biologicall threats in an safe virtual enviroment.", Brian exclamed.
"Oh, sorry sir. Wait. Are there unsafe virtual enviroments too?", John asked puzzled.
"Yes, yes there are.", Brian said containing his laughter.
"ok... Sorry sir.", John replied before hastily closing the door.
Brian was actually playing a pimped out version of Resident Evil 5, edited too look like a military simulation project, sort of. He was playing his favourite level, in which he had to kill a mutant tentacle monster with a huge satelite laser, a technology he was quick to emulate. He could get technologies others need years or decades for done in a few weeks.
He spread todays documents onto his desk. One for each department under his command.
REACTIVE ARMORING AND ADVANCED CLOTHING
They're job was to make new types of clothes for soldiers or agents to wear in certain missions, everything from the HAZMAT Suit to some very exotic designs.
EXPERIMENTAL GENETICS
Playing god, what else? Brian smirked.
TRANSCONTINENTAL SYSTEM ENGINEERING
Shoot somebody on the other side of the planet with just one click of the mouse! The satelite they launched today was their first real success.
CENTER FOR EXPERIMENTAL PATOLOGY AND VIROLOGY
Resident Evil says hi.
MAIN RESEARCH LAB FOR CRYPTOZOOLOGIE AND PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION
Probably the largest paranormal research center since the Third Reich. Not that they really ever found something yet, but who knows?
And a few others he didn't even bother to read. He looked over the files, thinking it would be about time he put his own hands on some serious research. He thought about where he should go first...