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It was a perfectly normal day on 180th Numany Rd South Carolina... at least, everybody thought it was. at 6:30 AM 
Peter Oakners, (Pete for short) a man the age of thirty-seven woke up like he usually did every work day, he dressed, 
and made his way downstairs quietly so he wouldn't wake his family of three (his wife, Julia and four year old daughter, 
Clorice). Peter was an ordinary American citizen, had for last ten years. He had moved from Ireland to the US when he 
Was twelve, but he still had a little of an accent. He seemed to be a man from the middle class, he liked his job at 
GEOSC, (Genetic Engineers of South Carolina) a small group of scientists looking into Genes in the Human body as well as 
other animals. From what people THOUGHT, it was a nice group of scientists on a low budget, trying to find cures to
such things as MCD (Mad Cow Disease) and other wide-spreading diseases such as the infamous Chicken Flew from Asia. 
Though the company was really more of a side job, or a second income to a real scientist, it was supposed to look 
like some small organization for the benefit of the worlds well being, and since they never got any large grants from 
the US, they seemed to do substantially well in the market, and if you were to look quite deeply into it, it might seem 
a bit odd that this seemingly small organization would do very well with the several drug products they did have. However,
there never was a very big need to look into this company, and no one had ever had the urge to investigate into how 
much money the GEOSC really made. It just wasn't something anyone had ever noticed, and that’s just how they wanted it 
to stay. Pete drove down the road until he reached a fairly old building, one that could definitely use a paint job 
(he lived only twenty minutes away from GEOSC). He opened the door to his car and stepped out, reached back in to get 
a black briefcase then slammed the door shut to his shiny new black Accord car. he made his way to the front door of the 
GEOSC headquarters. Yes, it seemed like a normal day, the weather was partly cloudy, 69 degrees, and 48% humidity, but 
no one besides Peter and several of his work mates new what was substantially different about today. The day, the day 
they tested their Human Behavior Enhancer (HBE) gasses on a human for the first time ever, and legally, they weren't even
allowed to. "But there’s ways around that" Ugindi Flitzgerld had told Peter convincingly. Ugindi was one of the head directors
for the Irish Republican Army’s (IRA) technology intelligence in boosting the human "Performance" as he called it. 
Performance, in the battlefield. As you may have guessed, GEOSC happened to be set up by Peter Oakners as a source of 
intelligence for the IRA, one of the worlds leading terrorist organizations. If someone HAD looked into the matter of how 
well GEOSC was doing, and if they would have looked REALLY hard, they may have found out that they get many founds from 
the IRA "indirectly". the money would be past through several fake companies that were used to fund the IRA, and sooner 
or later, after each company manager passing the money to the next, the GEOSC would end up with nice quantities of money 
to help continue research. This system wasn't only used for GEOSC, in fact, it was used for quite a few organizations that 
were built to provide information for the IRA. Information that would sooner or later be used for what Ugindi called, 
the "battlefield".


Yes, Peter really thought they were on to something now. Something that not many people in GEOSC knew about. Most
of the employees really thought they were working for the good of the world, and weren't they? The IRA believes that 
what they do is helping the world. Maybe it isn't this very minute by bombing small buildings, but sooner or later, when they 
finally accomplished all they planned to, then that’s when all their work would have been proven to be for the best... in 
their opinion. "So in other words, in deceiving the members of GEOSC into working for a terrorist group that they 
had little knowledge of" Peter would sometimes think, "actually IS helping the world. First off, they're working on 
solving numerous diseases, and secondly, they providing a cover business so we (the IRA) can work on our secret 
experiments without being... bothered." as he would put it.
The current experiment they were planning would hopefully (if it worked properly) harden almost every part of the body,
but allow the user of the drug to be able to move. It would also stimulate the Platelets in blood, and also help 
increase the amount in every microliter of blood. Blood normally contains 150,000 to 350,000 Platelets per microliter 
in the human blood. However, with HBE gas, these numbers can almost be doubled, resulting in wounds healing WAY faster 
than the average wound would. In fact, in one of the testing stages, back when GEOSC were still testing on rats, 
(secretly of course) one the of the tests performed was how well the platelets would react to a cut, and the record 
time that a cut would stop bleeding was 5.56 seconds. The outcome of this process would mean that the
body would ultimately be stronger in almost every spot. Yes, there were still some weaknesses, but those could be worked
through. That’s the point of testing isn't it? Though hardening the body isn't the only source of protection, there is 
many other things that Peter, along with his colleagues, had found out about. Things that would dramatically improve the IRA
forces "performance".
There are still some serious side effects like, insanity, loss of memory, loss of breath and who knows, maybe even death. 
But along with those threats, there were weaker ones as in, runny nose, slight headaches and skin irritation. But until 
Peter had several successful tests on a live human, not just monkeys, he wouldn't be able to, "weed these problems out" 
as he put it.
As he opened the door to the GEOSC office building, a man with short black hair, thin black glasses and a white coat like 
the ones you see people use in labs was sitting in chair by a coffee table in the corner of the lounge area. In his hands 
he held a clipboard, and was franticly writing down notes with a pen. When Peter opened through the door, then slammed 
it shut; the man looked looked up at him, his eyes danced with excitement. Instantly, trying to look normal, he got up
and slowly joined Peter as they both walk out of the room in quick strides, into a long hallway with doors on either side
of them. The building, from the inside, was a very nice, comfortable looking lab type office. The employee lounge 
(the room Peter entered in) was something that had recently been remodeled, new coffee tables, and cafeteria style seats 
had been added to the once "old" looking room, and now it looked quite like a twenty-first century laboratory. 
All this had been done in an attempt to make the inside look better then the outside had, this had definitely worked.
The two co-workers walked quite fast down the hall until they were out of earshot from the employee lounge, then they 
eased up a little and slowed there pace considerably. Without looking to Wallace (the black haired man) Peter said 
something to him in a low voice, "how’s the experiment going?" he asked cautiously, watching to make sure no one might
be listening. "Quite well, Mark says we might have the whole thing finished in two weeks, in the mean time, our human 
tests will keep us busy" came the reply. "Oh, you must thank the IRA for the people that 'volunteered' to test our new
product for us!" he quickly added, grinning wolfishly. "I will" said Peter in a matter-of-fact voice, with a hint of a 
small evil smile spreading across his face. Last month he had been able to receive some "traitors to the cause" as he 
put it, from the IRA, who were very anxious to get the "finished product". The pair opened a door at the 
end of the hallway that had a red "Restricted Area" sign hanging above it. The room was completely deserted. The pair 
walked a few steps past the door, stopped, waited for the door to swing shut, and then, quite satisfied that no one could 
see them, they continued into the center of the testing style room. There were several tables, filled with test tubes, 
some filled, others empty, and there was several machines set by each table, each served their little unknown purpose, 
if you can say that a machines purpose is small. When the pair stood in the center of the room, above them, their was 
a vent on the ceiling, Peter motioned to a ladder sitting in a corner of the room, "Get that ladder for me" he asked. 
partner (his name is Gregory) quickly went and grabbed the ladder. Meanwhile Peter reached into his pocket, he pulled 
out some sort of device, it almost looked something like what you use to open a garage door, or lock you car doors. 
With this device, he pointed it to the vent directly above his head, he pushed one of the buttons, and then the vent 
made a small sound, almost as if a lock had been snapped opened. He shoved the device back into his pocket while 
glancing at Gregory to find that he had the ladder, and was fumbling towards him. Once Gregory got close enough, Peter
 helped position it right, then he climbed up it. When he reached the top, he had no trouble pulling the vent off, 
first he slid it to one side, and then simply pulled it off. If it had been you who had pulled off the vent, you would see 
that it was no vent at all, in fact, it was a security system, and inside there was a button you could push to turn on/off 
the buildings alarm system; there were also plenty of other buttons that would do things only Peter and few others knew 
about, and were allowed to use, I my friend, am not one of them. Feeling around in the place the vent should have been, 
Peter produced a little bronze key, he slipped this into his pocket, then put the vent piece back in place, then he 
ascended the ladder. When at last his foot touched the floor, he reached back into his pocket, Gregory had already 
started to move the ladder back into its usual spot against the wall. Out of his pocket Peter produced the little 
device he had used to unlock the vent in the first place, now, he again pointed it to the ceiling, pushed the button, 
then turned around and made his way to a ***OBJECT NAME*** at about the same time Gregory had put away the ladder. 
When they both made it to the large ***OBJECT NAME*** they pushed it aside, then they found a pathway leading to an 
airtight room. Once behind the ***OBJECT NAME*** they pushed it back in place, then walked toward the doorway into the 
airtight room, by it, they found several chemical suites; they quickly put these on, and then checked each others suits 
for any possible holes. Next they tested the gas masks, which of course worked. After this Peter pushed a button on a 
pad that was installed to the wall, instantly the door to the airtight room slid opened, they quickly stepped in, then 
the door closed behind them, they waited for several seconds, then a rushing sound could be heard above them, and all 
of a sudden a blowing wind came down from the ceiling, then they could feel droplets of yellow liquid drop on their 
chemical suites. Peter and Greg waited patiantly, obviously very used to the procedure. Then the air blew harder, and 
the liquid stopped sprinkling them, soon they started to dry. The yellow liquid was a cleansing spray that would ensure 
that all people that entered the lab were 100% clean. Soon the rushing air slowed down, and in several seconds it had 
stopped, and several seconds later, the door on the opposite side that the pair had come through slid opened, and it 
revealed much of the same picture that they had left several minutes ago, there in front of them was a dark hallway, they 
started to walk down it. Soon they came to a dead-end, Peter again pushed a button on a pad on the wall, instantly the 
wall in front of them slid to the side. In front of them was a completly different scene: past the reletivly quiet hallway
 they were standing in was a large lab with all sorts of machinery, and here and there there were employees in chemical 
suites working on whatever part they played in the secret project (these employees knew they were working for the IRA, 
thus they also knew about the Human Enhancer project).

It was a bright day on 180th Numany Rd South Carolina... as dawn broke Peter Oakners, a man the age of thirty-seven woke up. this was the last time he would see his family for 3 months. he enrolled in a job where he would live at, the hours were long, but thr pay was amazing. he got dressed, 
and made his way downstairs quietly so he wouldn't wake his family of three (his wife, Julia and four year old daughter, 
Clorice). Peter was an ordinary American citizen, had been for last ten years. He had moved from Manchester,UK to the US when he 
Was twelve, but he still had a Strong accent. He seemed to be a man from the upper class, he liked his job at 
GEONAS, (Genetic Engineers of North American Secretcy) a Secret group of scientists looking into Genes in the Human body  as well as other animals for the goverment. From what people THOUGHT,
It didnt exist. Peter had stumbled into what he thought was an abandoned warehouse a few months back and was forced to work for the company. such things as MCD (Mad Cow Disease) and other wide-spreading diseases such as the infamous Chicken Flew from Asia. However, there never was a very big need to look into this company, and no one had ever had the urge to investigate into how 
much money the GEONAS really made. It just wasn't something anyone had ever noticed, and that’s just how they wanted it 
to stay. Pete drove down the road until he reached a fairly old building, one that could definitely use a paint job 
(he lived only twenty minutes away from GEONAS). He opened the door to his car and stepped out, reached back in to get 
a black briefcase then slammed the door shut to his shiny new black Accord car. he made his way to the front door of the 
GEOSC headquarters. Yes, it seemed like a normal day, the weather was partly cloudy, 16 degrees Centigrade, and 48% humidity, but 
no one besides Peter and several of his work mates new what was substantially different about today. The day, the day 
they tested their Human Behavior Enhancer (HBE) gasses on a human for the first time ever, and legally, they weren't even
allowed to. "But there’s ways around that" Ugindi Flitzgerld had told Peter convincingly. Ugindi was one of the head directors
for the Irish Republican Army’s (IRA) technology intelligence in boosting the human "Performance" as he called it. 
Performance, in the battlefield. As you may have guessed, GEONAS happened to be set up by The Priminister as a source of 
intelligence for the US, exept they also gave the IRA the information before-hand. If someone HAD looked into the matter of how well GEONAS was doing, and if they would have looked REALLY hard, they may have found out that they get many founds from 
the IRA "indirectly". the money would be past through several fake companies that were used to fund the IRA, and sooner 
or later, after each company manager passing the money to the next, the GEONAS would end up with nice quantities of money 
to help continue research. This system wasn't only used for GEONAS, in fact, it was used for quite a few organizations that 
were built to provide information for the IRA. Information that would sooner or later be used for what Ugindi called, 
the "battlefield".

Yes, Peter really thought they were on to something now. Something that not many people in GEONAS knew about. Most
of the employees really thought they were working for the good of the world, and weren't they? The IRA believes that 
what they do is helping the world. Maybe it isn't this very minute by bombing small buildings, but sooner or later, when they 
finally accomplished all they planned to, then that’s when all their work would have been proven to be for the best... in 
their opinion. "So in other words, in deceiving the members of GEONAS into working for a terrorist group that they 
had little knowledge of" Peter would sometimes think, "actually IS helping the world. First off, they're working on 
solving numerous diseases, and secondly, they providing a cover business so we (the IRA) can work on our secret 
experiments without being... 'bothered'." as he would put it.
The current experiment they were planning would hopefully (if it worked properly) harden almost every part of the body,
but allow the user of the drug to be able to move. It would also stimulate the Platelets in blood, and also help 
increase the amount in every microliter of blood. Blood normally contains 150,000 to 350,000 Platelets per microliter 
in the human blood. However, with HBE gas, these numbers can almost be doubled, resulting in wounds healing DOUBLE the speed 
than the average wound would. In fact, in one of the testing stages, back when GEONAS were still testing on rats, 
(secretly of course) one the of the tests performed was how well the platelets would react to a cut, and the record 
time that a cut would stop bleeding was 5.56 seconds. The outcome of this process would mean that the
body would ultimately be stronger in almost every spot. Yes, there were still some weaknesses, but those could be worked
through. That’s the point of testing isn't it? Though hardening the body isn't the only source of protection, there is 
many other things that Peter, along with his colleagues, had found out about. Things that would dramatically improve the IRA
forces "performance".
There are still some serious side effects like, insanity, loss of memory, loss of breath and who knows, maybe even death. 
But along with those threats, there were weaker ones as in, runny nose, slight headaches and skin irritation. But until 
Peter had several successful tests on a live human, not just monkeys, he wouldn't be able to, "weed these problems out" 
as he put it.
As he opened the door to the GEONAS office building, a man with short black hair, thin black glasses and a white coat like 
the ones you see people use in labs was sitting in chair by a coffee table in the corner of the lounge area. In his hands 
he held a clipboard, and was franticly writing down notes with a pen. When Peter opened through the door, then slammed 
it shut; the man looked looked up at him, his eyes danced with excitement. Instantly, trying to look normal, he got up
and slowly joined Peter as they both walk out of the room in quick strides, into a long hallway with doors on either side
of them. The building, from the inside, was a very nice, comfortable looking lab type office. The employee lounge 
(the room Peter entered in) was something that had recently been remodeled, new coffee tables, and cafeteria style seats 
had been added to the once "old" looking room, and now it looked quite like a twenty-first century laboratory. 
All this had been done in an attempt to make the inside look better then the outside had, this had definitely worked.
The two co-workers walked quite fast down the hall until they were out of earshot from the employee lounge, then they 
eased up a little and slowed there pace considerably. Without looking to Wallace (the black haired man) Peter said 
something to him in a low voice, "how’s the experiment going?" he asked cautiously, watching to make sure no one might
be listening. "Quite well, Mark says we might have the whole thing finished in two weeks, in the mean time, our human 
tests will keep us busy" came the reply. "Oh, you must thank the IRA for the people that 'volunteered' to test our new
product for us!" he quickly added, grinning wolfishly. "I will" said Peter in a matter-of-fact voice, with a hint of a 
small evil smile spreading across his face. Last month he had been able to receive some "traitors to the cause" as he 
put it, from the IRA, who were very anxious to get the "finished product". The pair opened a door at the 
end of the hallway that had a red "Restricted Area" sign hanging above it. The room was completely deserted. The pair 
walked a few steps past the door, stopped, waited for the door to swing shut, and then, quite satisfied that no one could 
see them, they continued into the center of the testing style room. There were several tables, filled with test tubes, 
some filled, others empty, and there was several machines set by each table, each served their little unknown purpose, 
if you can say that a machines purpose is small. When the pair stood in the center of the room, above them, their was 
a vent on the ceiling, Peter motioned to a ladder sitting in a corner of the room, "Get that ladder for me" he asked. 
partner (his name is Gregory) quickly went and grabbed the ladder. Meanwhile Peter reached into his pocket, he pulled 
out some sort of device, it almost looked something like what you use to open a garage door, or lock you car doors. 
With this device, he pointed it to the vent directly above his head, he pushed one of the buttons, and then the vent 
made a small sound, almost as if a lock had been snapped opened. He shoved the device back into his pocket while 
glancing at Gregory to find that he had the ladder, and was fumbling towards him. Once Gregory got close enough, Peter
 helped position it right, then he climbed up it. When he reached the top, he had no trouble pulling the vent off, 
first he slid it to one side, and then simply pulled it off. If it had been you who had pulled off the vent, you would see 
that it was no vent at all, in fact, it was a security system, and inside there was a button you could push to turn on/off 
the buildings alarm system; there were also plenty of other buttons that would do things only Peter and few others knew 
about, and were allowed to use, I my friend, am not one of them. Feeling around in the place the vent should have been, 
Peter produced a little bronze key, he slipped this into his pocket, then put the vent piece back in place, then he 
ascended the ladder. When at last his foot touched the floor, he reached back into his pocket, Gregory had already 
started to move the ladder back into its usual spot against the wall. Out of his pocket Peter produced the little 
device he had used to unlock the vent in the first place, now, he again pointed it to the ceiling, pushed the button, 
then turned around and made his way to a Door at about the same time Gregory had put away the ladder. When they both made it to the large Door they pushed it aside, then they found a pathway leading to an airtight room. Once behind the Door they pushed it back in place, then walked toward a doorway into the 
airtight room, by it, they found several Hazard suits; they quickly put these on, and then checked each others suits for any possible holes. Next they tested the gas masks, which of course worked. After this Peter pushed a button on a 
pad that was installed to the wall, instantly the door to the airtight room slid opened, they quickly stepped in, then 
the door closed behind them, they waited for several seconds, then a rushing sound could be heard above them, and all 
of a sudden a blowing wind came down from the ceiling, then they could feel droplets of yellow liquid drop on their 
chemical suites. Peter and Greg waited patiantly, obviously very used to the procedure. Then the air blew harder, and 
the liquid stopped sprinkling them, soon they started to dry. The yellow liquid was a cleansing spray that would ensure 
that all people that entered the lab were 100% clean. Soon the rushing air slowed down, and in several seconds it had 
stopped, and several seconds later, the door on the opposite side that the pair had come through slid opened, and it 
revealed much of the same picture that they had left several minutes ago, there in front of them was a dark hallway, they 
started to walk down it. Soon they came to a dead-end, Peter again pushed a button on a pad on the wall, instantly the 
wall in front of them slid to the side. In front of them was a completly different scene: past the reletivly quiet hallway
 they were standing in was a large lab with all sorts of machinery, and here and there there were employees in chemical 
suites working on whatever part they played in the secret project (these employees knew they were working for the IRA, 
thus they also knew about the Human Enhancer project)...