The director stood at the window of his corporate office, looking down on the streets from
the 10th floor of the HCP headquarters. He was happy, as word had reached him about the incident in Paradise Valley. The door swung open, and Vince Carter, the sadistic head of HCP security, stepped in. Vince was an ex Navy Seal who was dishonorably discharged from the service. His cunning and penchant for violence meant that he was perfect for HCP's security force. He was also their attack dog, sent in when situations require...alternate...persuasion.
"Director," Vince greeted his boss. The director stood with his back facing Vince. "Vince, we have a problem," he began. "It would seem that due to a fatal error, that shipment of GC-161 never reached its destination. As you know, that facility needed those samples to begin production. Now we are behind schedule, and that means we are losing money. We can't afford to let the other companies get ahead of us."
"What would you have me do, director sir?" Vince asked. The director turned to face him..
"I want you to go to Paradise Valley and find out what the hell happened to our product!"
Vince stood silent a moment and then said to the director, "I will do as you say, director. Rest assured I will find out what happened, even if I have to tear that town apart to do so."
The director smiled. "Oh I know it, Vince. That's why I'm sending you.. Take whatever you need. And Vince: no matter what happens, HCP cannot be responsible. We already have too much blood on our hands. NOTHING is to be traced back to us. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
The director smiled.
