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THE GENETICIST'S NOTEBOOK

By A.G.M. Mendelssohn, 2005, 2006

Prologue

Third Person Point-of-View—9:43 P.M, Viridian DNA Research Laboratory

It was incredible. Andrew Thomas Pine was morbidly amazed. Despite the millions of Pen that went into funding this corporation's security, the intruders were somehow able to get in here without a sound. They even managed to break into the inner sanctum of the facility, where the DNA researcher had been finishing up his night's work. "The capsules, if you please…" came a cool, crafty voice in the darkness. A Growlithe was at the figure's side, teeth bared and poised to attack like a viscous dog.

Pine mustered up his nerves as best as he could. "I—I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." From his swivel chair, he stealthily placed his left hand beneath his workstation, depressing a button that issued a silent alarm that would alert the local police force. He slowly moved his right hand to rest upon a hidden remote signal attached to beneath his chair. The emergency lock-down…if necessary. Activating the switch could very well cost him his life…and then all would be lost.

The cool male voice was now laced with annoyance. "Do not attempt to test me…I happen to know that you are in possession of some very valuable goods. DNA serum…a particular sequence type…IMG, perhaps?" he added with a slightly smug tone.

"I…I don't…" stuttered Pine. How could he possibly know about IMG? He thought. Those experiments and reports were supposed to be confidential! Damn, this could ruin everything!

"Th—there is no such DNA agent in this facility! You are wasting your time!" he stammered. He looked desperately around for a way of exit, but found, to his great dismay, that he was surrounded by no less than twenty persons. They were garbed in black, each with a Nidorino or Nidorina at their side, ready for the upcoming assault.

"As you can very well see, you have no hope in escape," stated the cool-voiced intruder. "Simply hand over the IMG capsules and be over it. Or suffer the consequences."

"I am telling you! There is no IMG! It does not exist!" bellowed the scientist, sweat beading at his forehead. His hazel eyes were wide in plight, more for the possibility of the experiment results falling into the wrong hands than his own well-being.

"Fool." The figure nodded curtly.

Approximately twenty Pokémon launched into attack. Pine, his hand still beneath the chair, instinctively pressed the switch.

A deafening ring echoed in the space. Bright red lights blasted from various walls of the lab. The attacking Pokémon, with their sensitive ears and eyes, immediately flinched. The exits of the facility were slowly being barred by steel reinforcements.

Pine leapt from his chair—not before grabbing the three miniscule DNA containers from the table's surface. He bolted for the stairs leading up to the ninth level. The lead intruder frantically yelled something muffled out by the noise, and then dashed as swiftly as possible after the fleeing researcher, his Growlithe close behind.

Pine glimpsed the perpetuators in pursuit, and with dismay, quickly scurried up the flights of stairs, all the way to the roof top square. Out of the door he went and to the edge of the laboratory's height. He couldn't hear any police sirens…he glanced at the space below. Nine stories down upon solid cement—there was nowhere to go.

He felt a searing burning scorch his left shoulder. The pursuing Growlithe had used Ember. Gripping his shoulder with contained agony, he turned ro find himself confronted by the leading pursuer, his followers storming out of the exit door. In the light of the rooftop lamps, Pine now glimpsed the lead's face. It was a youthful face…malice was gleaming in his sharp eyes—hazel, to match the researcher's own. His jet-black hair was straight and well kept. Yes…his face was vaguely familiar…NO!

Pine's eyes widened. Of all people! He could he…? Damn it!

With a knowing smile playing at the youth's lips, his Pokémon suddenly bounded for another attack. The Growlithe slammed full bodily into the scientist's chest, knocking the breath from his lungs and causing the capsules to dislodge from his grasp and land harmlessly on the floor. Pine stumbled backwards, tripping over the roof barrier. With a cry of anguish, the lead geneticist of DNA analysis plummeted towards the pavement below. As he fell, he distantly heard helicopters buzzing furiously above him…. How could this happen...? His last thoughts spiraled throughout his mind…all is lost…all is lost…all is lost…

And there we are. Please review if you have the chance--any input will be useful. Will this story continue, or will it die right here and now? Please post your replies.

- A.G.M. Mendelssohn