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Project Alpha 2-x and Enhanced ZL-90_2 ...
Work is progressing exceptionally well on the new serum. The drug is first being tested on laboratory rats with startling results. First, the subject rats identified as Alpha-1 are given only Anabolic Steroids in order to cause them to become extremely aggressive. Then, the other test rats identified as Alpha-2 are given Anabolic Steroids along with a new modified version of the ZL-90 enzyme which was made famous by Drs. Weinberger-Hawkes and Holloway and they become completely docile without losing muscle tone or stamina. In other words, the doctors have taken ZL-90 a step further than the original serum .
The Bacterial spores that produce the dormant phase in the life cycle of bacterium have been modified through molecular restructuring. Other spores are then introduced which make the bacteria easier to manipulate and also enhancement the strain. Thereby, creating extremely controllable animals that display the instinctive ability to defend themselves more aggressively.
Dr. Riley has also decided to use the same radioactive binders as have been used in the original ZL-90. F-altanserin and F-setoperone will once again be incorporated as an accelerator for Enhanced ZL-902. This will quadruple the response time as the bacteria adhere themselves to the 5-HT2A receptor.
When Alpha-1 and Alpha-2 are put in proximate of each other, the aggressive Alpha-1 attack the more controlled Alpha-2 specimen. The latter not only adequately defend themselves, but afterwards return to the docile state previously experienced.
“Brilliant!” Jeremy proclaims as he studies the test results. “This could revolutionize the Behavioral Sciences for generations to come. Think of the implications for Enhanced ZL-902 ”
“So glad you approve, Dr. Evans. Remember, this is a military endeavor. General Evans, your uncle, heads up this joint effort along with Dr. Riley and Mr. Anderson. Now, we need to get these compounds secure in their lead containers.” Nelson retorts.
“Sure, but I think introducing receptors that have even higher levels of affinity, lower non-specific binding and higher specific activity to detect low receptor densities and receptor specificity would enhance ligand binding even more!” An excited Jeremy advises.
“We don’t need to change the formula any more than it already has been, Dr. Evans. The Research and Development Team is making great positive strides—we don’t want to blow it!” Nelson cautions.
“That’s the trouble with you people—you drag your feet. You’re afraid to venture beyond what is in your comfort zone!” Jeremy acknowledges stubbornly.
“Leave well enough along, Dr. Evans. Just thank your uncle that you are even on this project. Now, will you please put these in their lead containers?” Nelson is now aspirated.
“Sure.” Jeremy knows when he is treading in dangerous waters. What he doesn’t need is being thrown off the project. He reluctantly but obediently put all the drugs first on to a storage rack. Then the rack is transferred into the mental containers. When Nelson’s attention is temporarily diverted, Jeremy quickly puts a couple of vias into his trouser pocket. He smiles to himself.
“I guess I’ll have to start conducting a small bit of experimenting on my own. Lucky for me that I have my connections with Heinrich Schroder. He will be able to get me everything I need.” Again Jeremy smiles as he secures the drugs and hands the keys to Nelson.
“I guess that’s it for today.” Nelson decides as he gives the room the once over. “See you tomorrow.”
Nelson waits as Jeremy discards his lab coat. Both men exit the room. Jeremy heads toward the parking lot while Nelson decides to pay Ben a visit. Ben has just returned from a series of test trials and is ready to relax. He has just finished requesting a cup of Tulsi Turmeric Rooibos Tea© when there is a knock on the door.
“Come in.” He calls out, thinking that Shirley Woodard has made the tea in record-breaking time.
“Nelson—you look like something the cat hauled in. What’s the matter?” Ben inquires offering him a chair which he unceremoniously flops into.
Nelson begins to give Ben a run-down of his day along with Jeremy’s suggestions. He listens intently to every word before he speaks.
“There is merit in Jeremy’s suggestion however, it could have dangerous repercussions. I don’t want to move this along too fast. The stability of the serum could be seriously compromised if we were to travel in the directions of Jeremy’s chain of thought.” Ben surmises.
“Right! That man is just too impetuous. He’s always in a hurry for results. You would think that someone was motivating him to step up production.” Nelson shakes his head.
“He’s young.” Ben retorts, not believing that he is actually defending the little jerk.
“Yeah? Anyway, I don’t consider myself in the over-the-head bunch.” Nelson says.
“When you’re in your late thirties and you are dealing with someone in their late twenties—well it’s like you really begin to notice the age differences.” Ben laughs.
“Don’t tell me we were that scatterbrained?” Nelson shakes his head in denial.
“Then I won’t. I’m just saying that I’m trying my damn best to get through this project without any casualties. David Albertson hinted to me the other day that Uncle Thomas is on his last nerve with the lad.” Ben laughs.
“Uncle Thomas? Oh General Evans—it’s about time he tossed Jeremy to the curb. That boy has more lives than a cat. No matter how many projects he screws up, he’s manages to get on another one.” Nelson observes.
“I don’t think so. Not anymore. Regardless of the outcome, something tells me that this will be Jeremy’s Last Stand!” Ben soberly proclaims.
“Maybe so. Why don’t we find Hilton and go have us a couple of tall, cool ones?” Nelson queries.
“Best offer I’ve had all day—let’s go!”
Jeremy is sitting in the parking lot with a large cup of ice. Then he takes the vials from his pocket and puts them into the cup while talking on his phone.
“Heinrich, it’s Jeremy here.”
“Yes, Jeremy! Do you have anything interesting to tell me?” Heinrich inquirers.
“Plenty, but not now. I’m going to call you later. I’m bushed. It’s been a long day. However, I’m going to a little tavern that I know on the east end of town. I’ve got a friend that lives upstairs. He’s solid. We can talk there.” Jeremy is feeling a little nervous but doesn’t know why.
“Very well, Jeremy. I will be expecting your call then. Auf Wiedersehen.” Heinrich ends the call.
Jeremy looks toward a clump of bushes and thinks he sees a shadow. He looks again but nothing is there.
“I must be getting paranoid.” He says to himself. “Let me get these vials into the refrigerator and then prepare for tonight.”
He takes yet another look toward the shrubby—seeing nothing he leaves. Then the shadowy figure gets on his cellphone once again.
“Jeremy was on the phone with somebody named Heinrich. The man seems to be German, but he could very well be from Austria or Switzerland. At any rate, he is going to call the fellow back tonight. He’s going to a tavern on the east side.” The informant says.
“Were you able to tag his vehicle as well? By-the-way, good job with the cell phone.” The man says.
“Piece of cake. Just had to wait until he put the phone down and 1-2-3, it’s done. I will report back later.” The line goes dead.
To Be Continued ...
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- Spores: The Nemeses Within 7
As usual, Jeremy Evans is the main topic of conversation. As he gets closer to advancing his own agenda, there are those who have their own interest in what he might be doing. In the wrong hands, Enhance LZ-90_2 could prove to be a dangerous ally.
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