Dr. Sinton ran up to the wreckage of Project Purity and wept. This was his life, his work, RUINED by the heathen Huns. They hadnt even started testing the rocket delivery systems, and they had only synthesized 2 genetic make-ups. If only they still had those 26 canisters. Why had he commissioned 13 of each, WHY! Oh that must be the reasons it was bombed.
The good Doctor walked through the burnt wreckages, locked at the millions in equipment lost forever. The Huns, were they insane, standing in the way of such progress, such genius. Dr. Sinton wept again, wept for what was lost, the progress. And then the bombing sirens went off, and he ran, and got into the bomb shelter across the way that had saved most of his coworkers. He leapt inside, and landed on the concrete ground. Yet, what should have been a bone shattering thump instead was a hollow bump.
After 2 hours the bombing was over, and Dr. Sinton couldnt contain his excitement. He ran home and got a crowbar, and sprinted back to the shelter. He plied up the concrete colored plywood and found a safe. He immediately called the Army.
The army arrived in black electric SUVs, and a man named Cameron stepped out. He looked at the timid doctor, who was excitingly explaining to Camerons colleagues that there was a safe, and it could hold something of great value. Cameron walked over to the safe, as the technicians sliced it open. And when its contents were revealed, even he had to gasp. There were 4 canisters in the hole, 2 AS, 2 labeled G
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