Origins : Snapshots in Time 18

"I said. I want the child." Timothy Corsair was pacing around the lab, eyes watching through thin-rimmed glasses as James and Victoria Keller were hauled in through the emergency doors of the hospital. And he was less than pleased at having to repeat himself to the two people in the room with him. Far less than pleased.

"Of course, Sir."

"His parents are not going to make it." The scientist stood up, brown eyes settling on the lab tech and the nurse that were both nervously watching him. Corsair was so.. calm. So collected. And so damned dangerous.

"Understood, Sir." The nurse responded immediately, and darted out of the door, slipping back towards the emergency department with the bloodwork in her hands.

Corsair smiled and folded his hands together as she left. "Good girl." He whispered happily, and then spun on the tech. "I want a full set of bloodwork. I want every cell, every drop of DNA in the child mapped out, and I want to know exactly what he can and cannot do, and what we can and cannot MAKE him do."

The tech swallowed once, but just nodded. "Yessir." He wasn't going to argue with the madman! Arguing with the madmanwas a good way to die, and fast.

"Very good." Corsair lifted his eyes just in time to catch sight of the nurse walking past the windows with the screaming six month old. "Healthy lungs on him. He should do well..."