3. Marcus' Diary
Marcus was starting to keep entries in his diary from now on to enclose within the bindings of his book his wonderful research work. This would of course be vital with all the talk of the new, more powerful company arising amidst them, the one company that would rule above all facilities and of course, facilitate them and further researching.
Marcus was busy in his lab stripping down the frighteningly awesome virus, known as the Ebola. But this virus was not tarrying to Dr. James Marcus at all, in fact, it was brilliant and most wonderful of all viruses. Having the power to cause the human to dry and die in mere days. Having the power to churn all organs and whatnot inside the host and causing the host to then regurgitate its own organs before it. A most beautiful sight for Marcus indeed. Although the foul smell that came from the victims of this virus was not a pleasant one, of course it wouldn't be pleasant; their bodies were decaying in mere days!
"AHA!" he shouted in pure joy as he managed to finally break through the capsid of the bacteriophage. He was gleefully examining it from under a microscope, gazing upon the nucleic acids within it. He had then managed to get his grubby hands on the core, slowly taking out the RNA (the Ebola was of course a retrovirus). He separated the two, the rest of the bacteriophage lay slumping in one corner of the dish while the single strand of DNA (RNA) was in the other. He scooped the strand onto another glass and carefully brought it over to the next electron microscope.
"Brilliant," he said under his breath. "Bloody brilliant!"
Many tedious hours later, he had finally managed to get loads of work done, resulting in the creation of his beloved new virus.
"FINALLY!" he shouted out at the top of his lungs. Marcus fell to his knees, almost crying if it were not for the amount of work that still needed to be done. He hurried back on his feet and scuttled across the room over into the next room behind vaulting doors, lead doors. He was now in a secure and short glass hallway, and to his right was a tiny "power box" in which held the switch to vacuum the environment clean.
Soon after the vacuuming stage was complete he exited through the other door and went straight down the hall into his chambers to write in his diary:
December 4th
We finally did it…the new virus! We have called it the "Progenitor." I want to carry it back and start detailed investigations immediately.
The following year was hell. All further research had been slowed down due to lack of funds. Marcus was of course frustrated, especially with what Spencer was planning on doing next: "I've come up with the grandest idea, Marcus! UMBRELLA!"
"What are you talking about?" Marcus asked him, once they came face-to-face.
Spencer walked over to his desk, in Marcus' chambers, and picked up a pen and paper. On it he drew what could the unmistakable sign of the "nuclear energy" sign, and then connecting them together as though a game of Connect the Dots and without looking hard at all found the unmistakable shape of an umbrella.
"It's brilliant," Spencer exclaimed happily. Obviously the git was a bit too excited for such an elementary discovery of how to create an umbrella look-alike from the nuclear energy sign.
"Congratulations, Spencer," Marcus said with a smile stretched across his face, "on discovering such an elementary object. Now if you'll excuse me, I have funds to find!"
August 10th
Spencer keeps asking me to be the director of his new Training facility. Maybe it's because of the business, but he's becoming intolerably pushy. But, maybe I can turn this to my advantage. I need a special facility to properly explore all this virus' secrets. A place where no one will get in the way…
Money was such an evil thing to humans. It poisoned them very much to every extent resulting in one thing common in all of man: greed.
Spencer was getting quite vexatious around Marcus. He wanted nothing more than money now to fully run his new "Umbrella" facility. Of course Marcus had accepted Spencer's offer of him becoming the director of his new Training facility, but mainly because he needed more space to work and to not be bothered by any other imbeciles.
November 30th
Damn that Spencer…he came to complain to me again today. He thinks of "Progenitor" as nothing more than a money-spinning too. Fool! But it his influence continues to grow, it can only be bad for my research. If I'm to properly develop "Progenitor," I must strengthen my own position too.
