I know this chapter is too short, but the original disappeared and I had to do this rewrite of it. Anyway, the next chapter will be longer. See you guys around.

-Bojack

The Hybrids' Song

Chapter Four: Press Conference

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Macintyre stood behind the podium at the press conference. A large crowd of reporters and various other individuals stood before him.

Macintyre was flanked by a couple of his personal staff, including Clarke, who stood silently at his right.

"Thank you all for coming." He began to the press assembly. "As you all are now aware, one of my off-shore oil rigs was destroyed in a fire."

"Have any conclusions been made as to the cause?" Asked one of the reporters.

"Investigations are still ongoing, but we now feel it is safe to say that terrorism can be ruled out as a possible cause." He replied.

"Some people would say that the destruction of your rig furthers the concerns about the ongoing threats your company presents to the environment, is this true?"

Macintyre smiled. "My company- Macintyre Global Resources- is always concerned with matters of environmental safety. However, the nature of Oil drilling is a delicate but necessary issue." He explained.

Macintyre paused. "The tragedy of the last few decades has forever changed the face of this world- our world- and we must work hard to re-establish something of the old world. The need for energy sources is on the forefront, so we all must be willing to see that the risks are always present in the name of progress. We must think of the greater good."

The press conference went on for while till Macintyre wrapped it up. He began making his way towards his limousine when someone broke through the ranks of the crowd.

"You!" The man yelled.

Macintyre whirled around in shock.

"Your company makes its money with the blood of people and the land!" He yelled out. The man then threw a container full of a dark thick liquid at Macintyre.

Macintyre jumped back in disgust as the man was restrained by the nearby security personnel.

"My god, what is this!" Macintyre exclaimed.

"Oil sir." Clarke replied after looking closely at the dark black stain.

"Thank god, I thought it was fucking blood." Macintyre replied as he climbed into his limousine. He pulled off his coat and yanked his tie off. "Clarke."

"Sir?" The tall man asked as he sat down across from him.

"I want you to arrange for the demise of the escaped specimen, can you do this?"

Clarke smiled. "Yes sir, I have the perfect man picked out for the task."

-End of Chapter 4-

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Hope this was okay, sorry about the long wait.

-Bojack