David Rothman paced his office, fear and worry creasing his face. As the highest ranking member of management on site, he was the only other personal to know about the spill. Besides the three scientist assigned to the project. And now with over half a day of silence from the remote lab. David was getting worried...very worried! Something had very obiously happened to Morsie, David reasoned. Because morsie was a by the book kinda guy, how there had been a spill under his watch,aside from sabotage. But that was silly, security was just too tight.
Picking up his phone he dialed the mobile lab, letting it ring twenty times. "Nothing!" He disconnected and dialed Jason Radom's cell phone again the no service message came up. Disconnecting he dialed Rob Norcott's beeper...Miles away laying in the soft mud beside a semi-automatic shotgun the beeper began to buzz softly.
David hung up the reciever, and ran his studdy fingers through his iron gray hair. "One more hour." He muttered quitely. "One more hour...then I'm sending in the cleaners." It was a strong measure he knew, the cleaners would burn the forest. Kill and dispose of anything that came out of it! They'd dump acid into the water ways, burning everything that was in it down to the last microbe.
"I'll have to clean out the lab of course." He muttered to himself, already planning ahead. "We'll move the mututigen to our under ground center in Nevada."
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Many miles to the north at the Transgene headquarters yet another man was worried and pacing. Fred Johnson Vice President of security...actually corporate spy master. Had been waiting for three hours for and update for his spy. "Damn it Norcott!" He cursed stomping around the office in fury. Ron Norcott had been a good informer so far, pasted over for project manager. The infuriated Norcott had been and easy sale. A few more dollars, and a promise of supervising project manager. But now Johnson was begining to worry...perhaps he'd been double crossed. Perhaps Norcott was planning to keep this all for himself. Sale to the highest bidder... Picking up the phone he called down to his problem solvers. "It's time." He growled. "Roger that sir!" The answer comes back.