PROLOGUE
'Amazing...' was actually what Doctor John Taylor thought as he gazed
througha thick glass wall into one of the many testing labs of the Horizon
Corporation African Forest facility. He wore casual civilian clothes,
seeing he had just woken up nearly a half hour ago. Smiling widely, his
eyes stared intently stared into the lab, which was more like a holding
cell now. Inside, sound asleep like they had been last night, were two of
the fourteen test subjects, the largest of the creatures.
They were built to be powerful, their bone structure from the scans was so
different from the average dog that they had once been, so far advanced,
that they seemed to be a new species. No fur ether, which surprised the
doctor, seeing that most guesses of the dog evolution contained thick hair,
but these... These creatures were hairless, their skin thick brown, and
their size averagely as big as a human. The two John looked at now,
however, were twice a normal human size, their fangs and claws bigger.
"Doctor Taylor," a familiar voice arose from his side. Not very shocked at
the sudden appearance of aother man, John turned his head to look at his
assistant, Frank West, who was one of those who had guessed that their new
breed should have had hair. "Mudger is holding the President of the Science
Committee on line four... He wants to speak with you about the 'Project',
doctor."
John nodded slightly, his eyes quickly looking back to the animals he had
creatured through years of testing. This 'project' had been active for at
least nine years, one test failing before the next. But they had finally
cracked the evolution code, finally beat it, and finally began to harvest
it with the animal testing. "Of course, I've been excepting his call..."
West nodded, starting off. With one last look at the two animals, John
quickly followed. In he next three minutes, he was in his office on the
surface level of the facility, already discussing what was going on over
the phone. "Yes Mr. Anderson, I understand your concern... You've funded us
for nine years, I can see why you have worries, but I assure you that this
time, we're on the right track."
"That's what you told me last time you made a breakthrough like this, and
then the subjects died after you started to use that million or so!" the
POSC agrued back.
"I take full responabilty for that sur, but you have to trust me this
time... These animals are amazing, they're not like the others! They're so
more advanced then the normal --"
"John. I don't have time to discuss this, and I have too little information
to agree with anything right now. we'll put this conversation on hold..."
"But sir!" John quickly tried to put in.
"In the meantime! I'm sending an expert down to examine what you have...
You will give him access to everything, and if he needs something; you will
get it for him. Am I understood?"
John sat there for a moment. He couldn't deny letting the POSC send one of
his men down, or he'd never get the funding he needed to keep the
corporation facility alive, and the 'Project'. "Understood sir."
* * * * RING! Chris Reynolds jumped at the sudden phone ring, jerking in his already tangled bed sheets. His rented hotel room was pitch black, the constant plat plat of the rain hitting the window was the only noise, other then the phone. He reached his hand blindly to find the cell phone on his counter. Feeling the cool object, he grasped it, and pulled himself to sit up. Clicking a button on the phone, he ran one hand through his messy brown hair. "'Ello?" he groaned into the phone, blinking a few times, his room slowly coming in view. The window in one corner, the desk with papers of data and recent tests he had ran on the advancement of worm growth, everything. "Mr. Reynolds?" the strong military sounding voice spoke from the other side, this getting Chris' attention. Rubbing his eyes with his hand, he repiled with another grunt. Already, he knew this was going to be a long day...
* * * * RING! Chris Reynolds jumped at the sudden phone ring, jerking in his already tangled bed sheets. His rented hotel room was pitch black, the constant plat plat of the rain hitting the window was the only noise, other then the phone. He reached his hand blindly to find the cell phone on his counter. Feeling the cool object, he grasped it, and pulled himself to sit up. Clicking a button on the phone, he ran one hand through his messy brown hair. "'Ello?" he groaned into the phone, blinking a few times, his room slowly coming in view. The window in one corner, the desk with papers of data and recent tests he had ran on the advancement of worm growth, everything. "Mr. Reynolds?" the strong military sounding voice spoke from the other side, this getting Chris' attention. Rubbing his eyes with his hand, he repiled with another grunt. Already, he knew this was going to be a long day...
