Bolt: Invincible

"Mr. Jeffries? Call on line one."

"Thank you Sherry." Richard Jeffries replied. He answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, my name is David Neil. I'm a journalist."

"I don't do interviews." Jeffries replied. He prepared to hang up the phone.

"I'm not looking for an interview. I want to know about Sector X."

Jeffries froze. He had been dreading that name for the past two months. "What are you talking about? What's Sector X?"

"I would think you would know. You're the director of operations."

Jeffries paused again. How did this man know so much?

"Okay, what do you want? Money? A Lamborghini?"

Neil laughed. "No. I just want to come in and talk."

"And if I say no?"

"Imagine me sending all this information to…oh I don't know. The FBI? The White House? The press?"

Sweat was pouring from Jeffries forehead. "Okay. Come in one hour and we'll talk."

He hung up the phone. Professor Randall Webster, co-chief of Sector X, walked into the room. "What was that about?"

"A journalist. He knows. Sector X. All of it." He replied. There was a hint of worry in his tone.

"What are you planning to do?" Webster asked, unconcerned.

"You seem pretty calm." Jeffries snapped. "If he turns in this information, you will go down too. You're in this up to your neck."

"Explain."

Jeffries raised his eyebrow. "You're the one who gave the subjects powers. You did the testing. The experiments. You'll get some jail time too."

Webster glared angrily at him.

There was a ringing. Jeffries picked up. "Yes?"

"The journalist is here sir."

Jeffries hung up the phone. "Jesus Christ."

David Neil entered the room. There were no windows, only a large TV screen. Around it was an assortment of machinery.

"I said one hour." Jeffries snarled. "Not two minutes."

The journalist shrugged. "Same difference."

"So why are you here Mr. Neil?" Webster asked.

The journalist waved two files in the air. "These are veterinarian files. Two animals. Animals you experimented on."

Jeffries looked at the two files and smiled in recognition. Then he turned to the TV screen. He pressed some buttons. The screen flared to life. On the screen was a file showing the face of a white, scrawny cat."This one was my first experiment." Webster declared proudly. "His name was Vic. He was killed on the streets of Miami."

"Why did you kill him?" The journalist asked.

"He lost control. We had to terminate him." Jeffries replied coldly.

Neil nodded. "So let me get the story straight. You picked up a cat off the street. You put him through extensive testing, then genetically modified him."

Webster nodded. "Continue."

"Then the cat 'Vic' practically burns Miami to the ground. And you kill him in retaliation."

Jeffries frowned. "How do you know about Miami?"

"You claim it was some terrorist attack. I say bullshit. I start pulling files. Suddenly I'm hearing about something called Sector X. There is a small extent to which things can be completely covered up. Especially what happened in Miami."

Jeffries eyed the man with a look of pure loathing. Neil was enjoying his position of power.

"Which leads us to you're second experiment." Neil continued. "This one has a more…extensive history. Bring it up please."Jeffries tapped some buttons on the panel. The file changed. Now the file showed the face of a white dog.

"This one is Bolt." Webster said. "He was given the powers to stop the first experiment."

Neil walked closer to the screen. "Where is he now?"

Webster sighed. "He's somewhere in the UK. We've been tracking him from the moment he was given the powers. We intend to terminate him."

"Why would you…?"

Before he could finish, Jeffries raised his silenced pistol and shot him in the back. Neil collapsed to the ground, squirming. Jeffries shot him twice more. He lay still.

"That takes care of that." Jeffries said, setting the gun down on the table.

Webster walked over to the phone. "Sherry? Tell garbage disposal to get up here now. Thank you dear."

He turned back to Jeffries. The director of operations was staring at the face on the screen.

"He needs to be terminated. Now."