AN: Obviously there will be more chapters! What kind of an author would I be if I just ended it like that! (please don't answer that harshly…) I thought I'd put a bad guy chapter.
Black Ghost stared at the large screen in front of him, his keen eyes boring into the image of 009 talking with the rest of the rebels. 'He found them. Well that was to be expected. My scientists misinformed me as to how well the mind wipe would hold. Well punishments have become my specialty' He pushed a button on the side of his chair and a small robot skidded in immediately.
"Send in Dr. Camelan" The small machine went back out and soon the doctor appeared, escorted by two large men on either side. "Good evening doctor. How is your…work coming along?" Dr. Camelan visibly shook and his voice likewise.
"Ve…Verrry well s-sir" Black Ghost's manner seemed calm and collected.
"Good, good..." Dr. Camelan smiled weakly. "But not good enough." The Dr.'s smile instantly faded. Scarl stood quickly and thrust is hand out in Camelan's direction. The poor man flew towards him and was caught roughly by the throat. Black Ghost's strong, unrelenting grip tightened around the scientist's neck.
"Your mind block didn't work Camelan. It's seems the success of your work is severely lacking." Camelan trembled and gasped for air as tears welled in his eyes. Abruptly Black Ghost released him and he hit the ground with a loud thud. He drew himself up to his knees and crawled towards Scarl's feet.
"Please Sir…please give me another chance! I will not fail you!" Black Ghost chuckled clearly finding the man's pleading amusing.
"Alright Dr. I want you to fixwhat ever is wrong with that device. FIX not improve."
"Yes sir! Yes sir!" Camelan looked overjoyed and hugged Black Ghost around the legs. He sneered and roughly kicked Camelan away.
"Discontinue all research and development that is currently underway. I want all of your focus on the mind wipe technology." His gaze swiveled to the two burly men. The men were twice the size of Scarl but even they, despite their bulk, winced and shied away when he addressed them. "Get him out of my sight." They nodded nervously and trotted over and each grasped one of Camelan's arms. Camelan looked crazed as the drug him across the room, gasping and wheezing his thanks over and over. "Oh trust me Dr. You won't be thanking me if you fail again." The Dr.'s joyous face dissolved and he began to whimper and weep. Black Ghost's haunting, cruel laugh echoed through his head as the two guards hauled him through the door.
"Modifications, modifications!!! What am I going to do to this thing?" Dr. Camelan violently spread out blue prints on a table. His laboratory was light with dim blue lights that flickered occasionally, making the room a bit eerie. Camelan slumped down into a chair and stared at the prints. His eyes began to water and he laid his head down on the papers. "I don't know!!" he cried "I'm going to die because I don't have all the answers!" He sniffed, whipped away stray tears from his face, and studied the blue prints once more. "Perhaps I could make it more compact. That way, it wouldn't take as long for the energy to travel…and if it was gun like, then someone could carry it around with them..." He seized a pencil and blank grid paper and began drawing new plans…
Scarl grinned to himself as he watched his scientist scribble away. 'That's right Dr. change, modify, do whatever it takes. Those Cyborgs will be out of my cares forever, if it's the last thing you ever do.'
I didn't know people liked "Musical Jokebook" that much! Well techincally I only got one person beginning me not to remove it. But she was really beggin' me not to. That was totally off the subject...what subject? -shifty eyes-