OCT 14, 22:00, TRANSFORMATION GROUP LAB, UNKNOWN, ENGLAND
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It was eerily quiet in the English countryside as everyone slumbered except for one man, deep underground, who was hard at work. The man was ancient with a grey, balding head and a wrinkled, prune like head. His small spectacles rested on his nose as he relentlessly worked on something on the desk in front of him, his withered, bony digits twisting and moving frantically to and thro, picking up coils and springs and tools from his cluttered countertop.
"I'll show her," he grumbled quietly. "I'll show them all..." Reginald reminisced back to the morning before where he had sat in a conference room with his old adversary Ms McGee. As usual they had been having a heated argument over the company, she complained about the economic situation while he argued over the funding he was receiving or not receiving actually.
"Look, Reggie, listen, I've got OODLES of respect for you and your science-y stuff but I'm just telling you the hard facts; I've been pumping money into your 'project' for years now and you STILL haven't had a solid breakthrough yet."
Dr Lockheed sighed sardonically and removed his circular rimmed glasses. "With all due respect, Sarah, it shouldn't be a surprise that this project of mine has taken so long- even though we have some of the most brilliant minds on the planet, what we are trying to accomplish defies physics, biology, chemistry- reality ITSELF! This is a new frontier we are exploring and it would normally take DECADES to do something like this! You're lucky that we've done this much in just a matter of years!"
Sarah McGee sighed, knowing that Reginald was a lost cause. "Fine Reg, I know you've put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into this but you've gotta see it from my perspective; I've committed a LOT of cash into you and your vision without earning a single penny back. I know you're adamant that you're 'exploring a new frontier' or whatever, but it's reached the point where hard decisions are gonna have to be made."
"You've got to present SOMETHING by next Tuesday or I'm pulling the plug. That means no funding, which means no materials, no staff and no job for YOU."
She jabbed her manicured finger into Dr Lockheed's chest to emphasise her point and show she wasn't joking. Dr Lockheed's had now become pale and he gulped hard. He struggled to find words as his mouth flapped open and closed.
"Y-You c-can't..."
Ms McGee stood up briskly, straightening her black dress as she did so and picking up her black designer purse. She strutted towards the door but then turned around and said, "I can. And I WILL." She sauntered through the automatic door and stepped into the elevator close by and speeding upwards. Still recovering from the shock, an elderly Dr Lockheed spoke silently to himself. "My life's work..."
"RUINED!" He threw useless paraphernalia off of the table and clutched a small, beeping device in his frail hands. "Finally, its ready..." He slowly started to laugh, quietly at first but then it turned into a full blown menacing cackle that echoed round the late night laboratory.
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