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In an interest to improve my English Grammatik, I have decided to start writing a small story. Comments, suggestions, reviews of all sorts will be appreciated. Thank you.

Other than the hushed whisperings exchanged between neighbors, the meeting room was very quiet. Though the room sported some the most sophisticated lighting systems, it was kept very dark, and very cold. Few people however, noticed the chill, or rather attributed it to their minds playing a trick on them, or rather that the metaphorical chill that existed in their minds, was real. Needless to say, their were very few things that could have warmed the room, or lighten the tension felt on all those there. This room had always been this way, dark, cold, a metaphor for some the decisions that had come from this room, the decisions that affected things on a grand scale.

The grand table where the twenty people were sitting at was furnished out of very fine titanium, with many sorts of gadgets that could pop out of the table, anything from food, to office supplies, communications systems, laptops, to even a few weapons. The chairs them selves were similar to the table, sporting a few of the devices found in the table. Had it not been for the uncomfortable feeling they gave to those who sat in them, some of them might even want to take one with them.

It was not every day a meeting like this came together. What was to be asked of them? Why were they gathered here?

All eyes focused on the door. Doctor Director stepped into the room. She calmly walked towards the front of the grand table, her footsteps loud in the carefully harmonized room so that people's voices could be heard very clearly. She stopped at the front and without a word, laid her briefcase on the table, looked around at everyone slowly, then opened the briefcase, turned it around and opened it.

Out popped out a small device that grew larger as it opened upon itself. A very sophisticated circular communications system established itself in the briefcase. Doctor Director took her seat, and waited for the scrambled voice of the Executive Director of Global Justice. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let us begin the meeting. First off we shall hear the reports of the status of each division."

One by one, each person stood and gave a report of their developments. Hardly anything had been said that was new and interesting. Then stood a balding crazy, grey-haired old scientist with a grin on his face. He took a moment to straighten his lab coat, mandatory wear, and cleared his throat, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce the latest finds on our newest project Bio-Metal. At long last it is ready to be tested on field agents. As you well know, the Cybernetic battle suits, have served all of our operatives well for the past half-decade or so, but these will make those obsolete. With the executive director's permission, we can begin testing them immediately."

"So noted. You may proceed then. Have you picked out a test subject?"

"As always we would like Agent Du…….." the scientist stopped, the uneasy glances from around the room. He was perplexed. He sat down uneasily.

Doctor Director stood up now and cleared her throat. She was not to ready for this, but she had to go through with it. "As you all know..." paused to eye the scientist scornfully, but then stopped, and sighed defeatingly, it wasn't it his fault he didn't know. " The incident involving Agent Du has been taken care of with the Chinese government. They will deny everything, and so will we. The incident will remain classified, until further notice." She sighed again, and shook a bit, and could no longer look into their eyes, so she turned her eyes downcast. "As for Agent Du, He is still in intensive care. We are not to sure what is happening to his body, and what affect these mutations will have... or….(barely a whisper) If he will ever wake up. But he is still alive…. Further research is needed…"

The room had turned very quiet. Everything was going to change. Agent Du had his faults, many faults, but with what he had gone through throughout his life, who could blame him. Throughout every situation, Agent Du had been to save the day, gone through the most dangerous of missions. The only operative who had done a more fantastic job was his elder brother, who disappeared a number of years ago. But now that was no more, there weren't any operatives as skilled as those two were.

The executive director's voice went throughout the room. His voice always carried no emotion, even when there might have been, it could not pass through the scrambler. "Until such a time when Agent Du recovers and is able to proceed with field work, we will have to find a temporary replacement…"

Doctor Director slumped into her chair. "What about… Kim Possible…?"