In a nondescript house in a suburban town, was a large laboratory with state-of-the-art equipment. Some that the other scientists had no idea even existed, while others had been banned due to the dangers that they caused. However the man who was using the machines didn't care about the risks that were presented through them. Nor did he care for the safety of the person he was using them on.
Inside a small fiberglass container was a young fetus, not yet old enough to have opaque skin (or even a gender), floating in a liquid similar to that if embryonic fluid, completely unaware of the tubes and wires that were attached to its body. The fetus' mother had been killed in a horrible cruise ship crash, her head having been flattened by a large support pillar. The unborn child inside barely survived the ordeal, which wouldn't have been good for the father, as it would've ruined his little experiment and cost him millions of dollars.
The man wanted to try to recreate the Dolly the Sheep experiment, but with a living human being. And what a stroke of luck occurred when his "wife" conceived. And even better was her death, as the bimbo would have most likely objected to the experiment.
However now the authorities were suspicious of him, most likely due to his excessive spending, which honestly wasn't a smart idea to take out almost $100,000 a month. Oops. But he needed the money in order to take care of the machines, especially the one that was keeping the fetus alive. Out of them all, that machine was the most important and the most expensive. Also the only one that wasn't illegal.
Suddenly, a loud banging noise sounded throughout the house, and the man could hear voices shouting "Police! Open up!" Hurriedly the man switched off as many things as he could, and ran up the cement basement stairs.
"I'm coming! Just give me a second!" The man called, slipping out of his lab jacket and running to the heavy oak door and thrusting it open, giving a friendly smile to the officers who ignored him and pushed their way into the house.
"Search every corner! Leave nothing un-turned." Growled the chief turning to gate menacingly at the scientist. "Where is it, Charles?"
The man, Charles, blinked, trying to act confused before the chief grabbed his collar and shoved him against a burgundy painted wall. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Charles cried.
"Where. Is. The. Experiment. Charles?" The chief said, slamming Charles against the wall with every word.
Charles was about to protest again when one of the officers yelled, pointing to the basement doorway.
"Good job, man. You, you, and you. Join Thompson downstairs, I'll be there shortly."