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Date Posted: 10:25:05 05/13/02 Mon
Author: Corporate VP
Subject: Strumming fingers

Felix sat comfortably in his high-backed, black leather chair. His large mahogany desk was scattered with many papers and a small drinking bird that moved in its repetitive motion continuously. �Felix Morison, V.P.� was written in fancy gold letters on a plaque that rested on the front of his desk. He wore a normal looking business suit, with a red handkerchief coming out of his left breast pocket. A gold watch was on his left arm and his hands had multiple rings on them. The dark skin on his baldhead shined in the light of his office, and his cold, artificial eyes looked out into space vacantly. The large windows that took up one whole side of his office looked out on the rest of the corporation as well as space. Currently, he could see the nebula just over the research section.

Felix drummed his fingers on the wooden desk. He was annoyed, not a good thing for the people who worked under him. They had let him go. They had screwed up, and now Rugby would be looking into it. That was not what the corporation needed, an economic and military powerhouse in the system breathing down their necks. If they found out about the intergalactic treaties they had broken, well, it wouldn�t be pretty. He sighed. Everything will be okay; you�ve gotten out of worse situations. Besides�he�s still out there. A slight grin appeared on the edges of Felix�s mouth. Our moles haven�t spotted him yet, so he couldn�t have landed anywhere in this sector of space. He�s still around and when he shows his face�we�ll get him.

He clicked a button on his desk. �Mary? Get me the research lab. I have a mission for them.�

�Yes, sir.� The secretary replied. Within a few moments, a small light flashed on the communication panel, Felix opened the channel:

�Mr. Morison? What can we do for you?�

�Is our special pet ready for a test run?� Felix�s mouth broke into a full grin, �Because I think I found the perfect way to meet the President�s approval.�

�It�s ready, you can come see for yourself, Mr. Morison.�

�Excellent�� Felix said as he strummed his fingers together.

�You don�t see what I can see, twisted pictures haunting me.
Failure trails so close behind, you�ll just wait till we meet again.�
-Disturbed, East West

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