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Scott for second before turning to give a reluctant nod towards the doctor in the operation room; they proceeded to insert the implant into the second patient. The doctor pressed a button on a panel beside the patient before he checked his pulse, and then he observed the patient’s vital signs on the ECG monitor. Meanwhile, everyone else waited with bated breath.
    Scott stared over at Kaine, who was taking a long sip of brandy, not shifting his eyes for a second; they were locked on the patient, and he appeared to be relishing every moment of this, like a child waiting to open a gift.
    Vital signs indicated a steady, yet slight increase in heartbeat. Further time passed without any change in the subject.
    After exceeding the time of the previous patient’s initial reactions, Dr. Evans turned confidently towards the rest of the group, tucking his hands into his white overalls, exhaling a sigh of relief.
    “Gentlemen, I believe now that only time and further research will allow us to see the full effects of serum 230 and its activation of the non-active DNA, and yet, we are confident that today has demonstrated the positive progress that is being made with these trials, and we feel we have managed successfully to control—”
    Dr. Evans was cut off as an alarm rang out. The body of the patient began convulsing, his head lifting and thrashing in waves of spasms. The ECG beeps increased in intensity, and nurses and the doctor scurried around, grappling to restrain the patient’s arms and feet, which had broken free from the steel restraints as easily as if they were threads. Military personnel burst through a side door and leaped into action, only to be thrown against a wall as if an invisible force had knocked them backwards. Equipment spontaneously burst into flames, sparks flying. Others collapsed to their knees gripping their ears, and nurses attempting to run were torn off the ground and pinned against the ceiling. The subject’s body twisted as he let out a deep guttural groan and blood spewed from his mouth; he stumbled back, wires loosely hanging from his body as he fell to the floor. All that could be heard now was the faint sound of a continual beeeeeeeep—the patient had flatlined.
    Through the splattered, blood-smeared glass a doctor could be seen cowering in a corner. Realizing that he was being watched, he slowly edged towards a metallic table and reached for a defibrillator. He slapped a button and cautiously pressed the panels against the nonresponsive patient’s chest. A sudden jolt of movement as the subject’s body reacted to a firing of the paddles; a short moment—and still nothing. The doctor turned and gave them a resigned glance.
    Scott gave a sideways glance at Kaine, trying to gauge anything from his expression, but it indicated nothing. He simply sat there, motionless.
     
    * * * * *
     
    A few minutes later Scott was seated across from a large desk inside a windowless office, a stainless steel room that was kept in pristine condition. The glare of the overhead fluorescent lights only intensified the headache that had been building earlier. Harlan Kaine sat on the other side of the desk, leaning backwards in his seat, slightly rocking as he snipped off the end of a Cuban with his shiny gold-colored cigar cutter.
    “How is your son doing?” Kaine asked, rolling a cigar between his fingers
    “Fine,” Scott replied, not wanting to go there.
    “Must have been hard for him to lose his brother. Loss really can take its toll on people, don’t you think?” he said, dropping his cigar cutter on the table and spinning his chair towards Scott before lighting it. Scott remained silent, observing as Kaine’s face disappeared behind a thick curtain of grey smoke.
    “We’re testing too early, Mr. Kaine, we need more time.”
    “More time?” Kaine smiled, stood up and moved around the table, leaning himself against the desk. “Have I ever told you about my wife?”
    “No,” Scott