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Alkali Lake, somewhere in the Canadian Rockies January, 1981 Two men sat across a desk from each other in an elegant office, several hundred feet beneath the snow falling outside. Smythe, a young, eager Brit lifted a worn leather case and set it on the edge. “Here are your ingredients, including the girl’s blood sample, Stryker. My employer asked me to remind you, and I quote, ‘for God’s sake man, just keep us out of your official reports’.” William Stryker leaned forward in his chair and wrapped his fingers slowly around the handle as if savoring the motion. Inhaling deeply, he placed the case on the floor next to him, and leaned back again. “Very well… we’ll transfer the 50 million pounds to your organization through your account in Lucerne, per your request.” Stryker paused, sipping his scotch before continuing, “So, whose blood is it anyway? What can you tell me about her?” “It’s the blood of a newborn. We secured it at the hospital during the routine Pediatric exam. She has the correct gene sequence for the amplification of dark magic, but with sufficient flaws to ensure that she will never be called. Her family currently resides in Los Angeles. One of the lesser Watchers will keep track of her until you are ready to use her for your… pet project.” “Are you absolutely sure, Smythe? The mutant’s been resisting our drug therapy, and I must be 100% certain that we can control him. A fiasco down the road could be detrimental to both your superior’s career and mine.” “Don’t be ridiculous, man!” he scoffed. “This spell has been used successfully for generations. Once you blend the mutant gene with that of the werewolf, your soldier will be most susceptible. If the worst should happen and this girl becomes the Slayer, we’ll handle her from our end.” Stryker nodded and started to lead his guest to the door. As he opened the door, Smythe turned to look Stryker in the eye. “There’s really no reason for concern, old man,” Smythe chuckled mirthlessly, amused at his own thoughts. “Like so many others, this girl was born to be nothing more than wasted potential.” A Slayer's Heart Menu Next Chapter
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