Prologue
It was obvious that the excecutives disagreed to the project, seeing it as a failure financially and morally. Dr. Lacross watched as they kept going on with reasons to deny the project, and smiled as him and his partner were next in line.
Mince on the other hand wasn't too thrilled.
Dr. Lacross grinned, "We'll make it, I know we will."
Mince glanced at the human with a slightly disturbed glare, "Lacross, it's an experiment to see whether or not cats can get the flu. Why the hell am I part of this?"
Dr. Lacross stared back at him, "That's what they told you?"
The chameleon nodded.
The human in white laughed suddenly, disrupting the executives discussion, and forced them to move to a different spot. Mince quickly felt humiliated, seeing the reaction, and put a hand over his face.
Dr. Lacross then stopped and turned to him, "No, that's not why we're here, we're here because I want to start a project on cancer."
Mince's expression shifted from a suttle stare to his mouth hanging open and his eyes widened, "C-Cancer? Are you mad? Do you realize how many scientists are already on this issue? We're just someone that joining the bandwagon. He'll never let us into it!"
Dr. Lacross then grinned even more, "That's when you come in, those Laborings are a brilliant invention! And with those, there's no human testing, no animal testing, we're basically sitting care free....almost."
Mince closed his mouth, and closed his eyes, "I see, is that why you asked me to grab the Laboring databases and sketches?"
He nodded, "and you'll be the one of five experimenting for the cure, so it's all said and done!"
Unsure of this project, Mince sighed and watched as the executives finalized their decision, and walked into the headmaster's office. He growled a little, just seeing the bastard's name made him twitch.
Lacross looked at Mince again, "Are you ok?"
Keeping cool, he nodded, "Huston Tucker...who made him the headmaster of the FBI anyways?"
"You mean CEO?" The human corrected.
The chameleon clutched the sketches in his hands tighter, "Whatever."
The human didn't reply, seeing the chameleon hated talking about Huston. Their heads then lifted up as the office door opened, the the five executives stepped out, holding their briefcases promptly, and troted out.
Then one stopped and looked at the two, scanning them deeply with suspicion.
The human was dressed in a white trench coat, and baby-blue slacks, apparently out of black slacks, blonde hair, and silver shades that covered his eyes that appeared to be made back in the disco years. Disgusted, the executive then looked at Mince.
Mince stared back, brown in color, in a grey trench coat, black jeans, and a broken horn below his secondary horn. The blue eyes though made the executive relax, even though he dressed slightly dark. The human then turned and walked away, putting on a souless expression with his posture.
Dr. Lacross then stood up, "Let us move forward, we're we will suceed in anything thrown at us!"
Mince sighed again, "You mean what we throw at whatever's in front of us."
Both stepped into the office, entering into a large brown room, windows taking up two walls, giving a view around Juracho Tropolis, the best being Ebony Circle, where events of all sorts are taken place. A red rug stretched to the CEO's desk, with black couches and chairs set aside for guests that followed, with two coffee tables in front of those couches. There were four chairs that sat in front of the CEO's desk, and behind it, was a heavier human with grey hair and relaxed eyes. Huston Tucker inscribed on a name stand.
Mince tried to keep a content look, but his eyes showed anger, which didn't bother the man, as he stood up, smiling big, opening his arms.
"Welcome the two of you! I've been dying to get to see what this project is all about." He greeted, "Please, have a seat and make yourself confortable."
Dr. Lacross was delighted to sit, but Mince still stood in his place, "I'd rather stand thank you."
Still not affected by Mince, Huston sat down, "Now, I have heard it was based on a cancer cure, but, using a different technique?"
Dr. Lacross smiled with gluttony, "Indeed sir! You see, Mince will explain what the different idea is and how it'll be used."
Huston nodded and stared pleasantly at Mince, "Ah, Mince please-"
"Dr. Marvelo if you will." The chameleon growled a little.
Huston nodded once again, "Sorry, Dr. Marvelo. But..." He then shuffled through his desk, and pulled out a folder titled "Projects" and laid it down, and flipped through the papers as he spoke, "I don't need an explination, in fact, I have had someone already come up and explain it to me."
Both paused and stared at him, with wonder in their eyes.
He then took a group of papers and flipped through those, "In fact she mentioned your name Min- er, Dr. Marvelo, she explained the whole thing to me, and I let it passed."
The chameleon lightened up a little, but was concerned on who came in before then, "Who was it? And how long ago?"
"Just yesterday actually!" He smiled, "and um....oh! Samiria Windmare!"
Mince closed his eyes, "That explains the equipment."
Huston smiled and closed up the files, "You may leave, the project is in efect indeed, so please go and start up."
Still in surprize, Dr. Lacross stood up and walked away. Mince followed, happy that they didn't even sit there for not even five minutes.
Mince was also happy that he had a car of his own, while Dr. Lacross had the bus.
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I'm baaaaaaaack! After what.....2 years maybe xD
Well, this would be the start of Mince's past, my fan character ^.^
