The story started evidently in an overpainted room. With a clear-white spread over most things, the place seemed like one of those scientist places where the workers all wore white masks, suits, gloves and everything. Not far from that, the room really did seem similar but with a creepy touch in it. When the room was noisy, the ruckus echoed about inside the chamber-like area. When the noise slowed and stopped, the still silence was eerie. Bottles and scientific tubes spread about in numerous quantities like litter on a footpath. It seemed all sane sanitary conditions were ignored. Of course, the chamber presently proved to be extremely clamorous. About sixty or seventy men in white scientist suits rambled around as if in an unorganized convention. They chatted, gossiped, and shared ideas like normal people. However, it was clear anybody that was in this specific room and knew what they were doing was definitely not normal.
Right then, an obviously superior officer dressed much differently than all the rest walked in. He wore a white cloak with black marks streaking across his eyes. The image he seemed to convey was "Obey me or die." And that image seemed to get through to almost every scientist in the room. A few rowdy workers who were totally drunk were still laughing like maniacs while leaning against a table. When the superior officer glanced at the three scientists, his eyes showed rebellion with a slight touch of madness.
As the man walked toward the scientists, anybody who didn't know the officer already would never had guessed what he would have done next. For he seemed to have a gentle pace in his every step nothing like the hatred that was so evident in his eyes. His face showed complete tranquillity but the black streaks on across his eyes seemed more deadly and threatening than ever.
As the officer strode toward the three young scientists, they suddenly realized their mistake and straightened up and attempted to salute in a militaristic way. One moment to late, the official released the hatred and anger in his eyes and grabbed the first scientist's wrist, spun, and abruptly threw the horrified man against the wall which formed in a small cracking sound which would be the wall or the man's spine. Quickly, the cloaked officer seized the other two equally-horrified workers and they met the same fate as the first scientist.
With that finished, the rest of the scientists backed away from the officer fearing they would be next in his cruel sport of violence.
"Relax men, I'm not here to murder you all. They were simply…undisciplined. Besides, you all have contributed to the latest project considering the invincible alloy. I gather you all here to see this alloy. Bring the alloy up now.", croaked the officer in a slithering hiss.
At that point, four men carried a chunk of alloy about the size of a book but it seemed extremely heavy.
"General, sir, this alloy is resistant to all but the most devastating damage. Observe.", one of the four men replied. He pulled his mask down and took a flame thrower from his utility belt and turned the force to maximum heat and pointed it at the alloy. The flame spurted and touched the alloy. When the man stopped distributing the flame, the alloy glowed red but still it did not melt.
The rest of the scientists observing from a distance cheered and slapped each other backs in celebration. Others simply clapped in approval. The General, however, simply watched the performance as if he was unimpressed.
He raised his hand as if to stop the scientists from celebrating and said "Very good."
Surprisingly, the general walked up to the alloy and picked it up with his bare hands without flinching at the intense heat. He looked at the alloy still smoking from the flame thrower and then….
He smirked. The General was never known to smile or frown. Always emotionless. This was definitely an achievement to all the scientists that contributed to Project Alloy. The celebration continued and this time, the General did not stop them.