Jon Toleman shifted nervously as he waited for Glenn to show up."Where the hell is this guy?" he muttered to himself, as he kicked at the dirt. Jon paced for a few more minutes before he heard someone's boots thumping his way. "Shit, if it's a guard, I'm fucked."
"Jon, sorry I'm late." Glenn whispered. Jon felt a sigh of release escape him. "What'd you need me to do?" Glenn asked.
"Well, you read my note, right?" John asked cautiously.
"Of course I did. Destroyed it, too."
"Good. Well, I need to you place this on the most dangerous dog you have," Jon said as be placed something in Glenn's hand, "I know they take kindly to you, being as you take care of them and all-"
"The hell's this?" Glenn asked, inspecting it.
"...a dog collar." Jon replied.
"No shit. I could figure that much by looking at it." Glenn replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Well, I can't really tell you - but if you ask no questions, I can get you that item you need, no questions asked-"
"Ok, ok. Done deal."
"You say nothing, I say nothing. Our dirty little secret, eh, old boy?" Jon said as he grinned. Glenn nodded and agreed, then spoke.
"Oh - we're playin' some poker tonight. Wanna come down? Scott, Alias and Steve'll be there. If you come, the winnings could be bigger."
"Nah, I'm not much for gambling. I like to keep my money. Thanks for the offer, though." Jon replied.
"Ah, you're a pussy, Jon. You don't know how to live." Glen said, grinning like a cheshire cat.
"If gambing's your idea of living, boy, have you got a sad life." Jon retorted, chuckling to himself.
"Ahhh, shut up." Glenn replied hastily, as he turned to leave. Jon laughed at Glenn and headed his own way.

Paul Saunders was feeling a bit dejected as he was getting settled back in his room. William Birkin was so hard to impress. Just because Paul was one step under William on the corporate ladder, it didn't mean William needed to be so snarky.

"Maybe he needs to get laid." Paul muttered to himself, then grinned. "Yeah, William needs a good fuck. Annette, too. Both are so damned uptight." He thought to himself as he put his jacket away. "The hell's the point of being married if you're never together?" Then his thoughts drifted to his fiance, Linda. They hadn't chosen a wedding date yet, but he knew when they got married, she was going to come first, definitely. And he wasn't going to work the insane hours William and Annette did, either. All that traveling between the mansion and Raccoon wouldn't cut it, even for more pay. Yeah, that's why he'd never be on the same level as William. He wasn't going to sacrifice his life for work. "Wait, doesn't he have a kid?" Paul said aloud, then laughed. "You're going crazy, old boy, talking to yourself, about your co-workers, no doubt." He sighed. At least Birkin would work in the labs in the city now that they contained all the necessary things he'd need. Paul would be the go between, trading data and the likes. "Good riddance." he thought, then fell asleep.

Henry Sarton measured Plant 42 and recorded his findings in his research journal. He had the most boring job in the world. He had gone to college, studied hard, only to measure the length of a plant on a day-to-day basis. Henry sighed as he finished. At least the money was good.

"Should have opened a nursery. At least it'd be a bit more colorful with lilies and daisies, not just this green shit." he mumbled as he gathered his things so he could enter data into the computer. He met up with John Howe, who seemed to be finishing up some work.

"Hey." John said, glancing at Henry.
"Hey." Henry grunted back.
"Bad mood?" John grinned.
"If you had my job, of course." Henry grunted. "What're you excited about?"
"We've had a breakthrough. A chimera - at least that's what we're calling it for now."
"Oh really? Tell me about it." Henry replied, sitting next to John and setting his belongings down.
"Well, I was going through some old files a bit back, and came across some notes I scribbled when I arrived here last year. Well, remember the woman - the one everyone labeled a failure, but her body still managed to consume whatever was injected into her?" John asked excitedly.
"Uh huh…" Henry droned.
"Well, she started ripping people's faces off and wearing them as her own - so, before they destroyed her, I got the idea to extract some DNA and blood from her, so maybe I could come up with something different, and the chimera is so far our first successful attempt!" John exclaimed. Henry looked shocked, then spoke,
"So, the chimera's have a little bit of everything in them?" John shook his head.
"No, well, sort of. We had to alter the DNA slightly. We had to eradicate most of the G-virus, because they kept dying. Their DNA wasn't really compatible with the G-virus."
"I do hope they've been disposed of properly." Henry replied.
"No need to. We can still use the test subjects for other things. Who knew worthless people really did have some worth to them?" John laughed.
"You're so fucked up." Henry chuckled. "Then again, hey, if it's given to you, make use of it. Then again, if any scientific ethics committees got wind of this-"
"Oh, they won't. Umbrella'll be sure of that." John winked.

"Well boys, I thought that was an excellent game!" Steve grinned, counting his money. Glenn, Alias and Scott glared at him. Steve glanced at his watch and gasped. "Shit! I've a presentation in the morning! I must be off, boys!" and he quickly ran out of the room, hoarding the money.

"Fag." Alias muttered, getting up and smashing his cigarette in the ashtray.
"He was cheating. I know it." Glenn added, getting up, and cleaning up some of the cards.
"I agree. He cleaned us out!" Scott said, angrily.
"All I'm left with is seventy-five cents." Glenn interjected.
"At least you have something. The moths are going to make a home in my wallet again." Alias said, pulling out another pack of cigarettes and lighting a new one. He then offered Scott and Glenn a cigarette, but both declined. "I hope he sleeps in and pisses himself for being late for his 'pree-zen-tay-shun'." Alias added, mimicking Steve. Scott and Glenn laughed at him.
"Probably will. It's quarter past one." Glenn replied, then said, "Well, I had fun, but I need to get up early and feed the beasts. I'm also being assigned yet another animal to take care of in the morning. I feel like a fuckin' zoo keeper."
"Haha. I'll stop by tomorrow for chess around lunch, what do you say?" Scott asked.
"Sure. Alias, you comin' too?" Glenn asked the other man, who just sat there puffing in the cigarette.
"Nah. I have some shit to do. And my wife's been nagging that I don't call home, so I'm gonna get on that." Glenn nodded and bid Scott and Alias farewell. He walked over to his bed, pulled the sheets out, and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.

"The hell is this…?" Glenn asked, blinking his eyes and absorbing the image before him. Martin Crackhorn grinned.
"Our newest specimen. He hasn't been named yet, though."
"Can you name something like that?" Glenn asked and Martin rolled his eyes at the remark.
"ANYWAY - you need to feed it live animals. We're getting a shipment of farm pigs, so you'll be in charge of those, and of feeding this one." Glenn cursed under his breath. More animals to take care of. He really was a zoo keeper.
"When are the pigs coming in?" he asked. Martin glanced at his watch.
"Half an hour. Get a pen ready." Glenn mentally smacked himself.
"Half an hour. Half an hour for what? For shit!" he thought to himself.

Martin and John were chatting in the lounge. Both were excited at the possibilities their new creation would bring. They were creating a new species for the world to behold. Before you'd know it, cloning would be a thing of the past. Everyone would forget cloning, and they'd be looking to create new species, elite species. They could eradicate disease and weakness, while giving birth to a new, yet, stronger generation of things to come.

Henry entered the lounge where Martin and John were seated, and sat down and listened as they chatted excitedly about their organism. After is all sunk in, Henry felt a pang of jealousy. He studied to become a botanist. All his life he was fascinated by plants and foliage, yet it turned out to be the most boring profession. He had also made the least progress, and he felt that if something spectacular hadn't occurred soon, he'd lose his job. Martin and John invited him to the bar to share drinks. Henry declined, stating he had work to complete. Martin managed to persuade him to stay for one drink, and one turned into two, then three, then four.

Eventually the three of them wandered over to the piano, and Henry playing some songs, slightly off key, while John and Martin sang, although they forgot the majority of the words.

"That …. Wash byoo-tee-full." John said, taking another shot of Tequila. Martin could barely stand, and he took a shot after John.
"Want some?" Martin asked, handing a half full shot glass to Henry, spilling some liquor on him. Henry shook his head.
"I can't, 'cos if I drink too much, I won't be able to play piano."
"Hear, hear!" John shouted, taking a swig from the bottle.
"Shit….!" Martin slurred.
"Yeah?" John asked, laughing.
"It's late. We're … haha … we're gonna be in deep shit in the … the … in the morning." Henry started cracking up.
"I can't fuckin' stand!" he yelled, laughing some more. John stood up, and stumbled forward.

"Then you …. Stay here tonight. get you in the morning … or something." Martin started to laugh some more, and Henry fell face first on the ivory piano keys, knocked out. John started cackling like a maniac, and wandered out the room, falling asleep on one of the couches down the hall. Martin followed suit. He didn't think he could make it any farther.