The sounds of click clacks of high heels could be heard down a rather futuristic, yet dark looking hallway. The lights were great at illuminating the pristine floor tiles, but not the walls. A female human was the source of the click clacks, each resounding down the hall and magnified as the sound bounced off the poorly lit cement walls. She wore a charcoal colored lab coat with orange accents and her legs were bare.
After a few more successive steps to the end of the hallway, the metal door slid open, revealing a rather expansive room. It was dark, and the entire room was tiled in some unknown yet glossy black material. In the center of the room was a figure sitting down in a chair, facing away and towards a wall of monitors. Each screen showed a cold and brutal way to test scientific theories. There were people being experimented on showing. Many of them psychologial experiments. Some were the pursuit of advancing ways to combat or even develop superbeings.
On one screen showed a person locked into a chamber, padded and colored pure white. A male lupine was banging on the walls and trying to use his magnetic powers to find an escape, but to no avail. Other screens showed methods of “Advanced” interrogation and brainwashing being put to the test using captured or kidnapped individuals across the globe.
Another screen held a more significant importance to the shadowy figure in the chair. It showed the results of a willing employee testing his magnetism to pick up and put down certain objects of varying size and weight. In the corner a fully suited scientist turned on what looked like a cube with a flip of a switch and a few button presses. The cube flashed dim lights signaling that it was on and working. The second the lights came on, the employee dropped whatever items were being help up with his powers. Experimenting some more, he tries to lift up certain objects, starting big and working his way down. Even he couldn’t manage to move the smallest test object available. Bested, he clapped his hands and other scientists began to celebrate, more walking on the screen with champagne bottles and glasses.
“Sir?” spoke the female in her lab coat. She was a little anxious, scared one could say. This was the first time she ever had a chance to meet her boss. Her legs wobbled a little in fear as the silhouetted figure raised his left paw and motioned for the woman to come forward. The steps she made were quiet, which was abnormal since the tiles on the floor looked as if it could have been ceramic or made out of rock. As she reached within distance, she gave her boss a Manila folder of papers. Papers that showed the next batch of experiments to be tried on the new refugees that were coming in.
“Rather devious plan,” said the figure in his mind. “Take only the stragglers and nobodies whom no one will miss.” It was a elaborate plan carefully thought out. No one but select groups within the company knew about what’s happening at the secure location. Even such a facility could not be kept on the islands. The only safe haven was in the continent just further south.
With a flip of a few pages, he looked over the details of the Magnetic Power Suppression. A small EMP device, tuned to the correct frequency and pulse frequency, can demagnetize objects. However the entire procedure can be manipulated to make the magnetism even stronger than before. Only problem was that they could only squeeze a EMP into a cube the size of a mobile power generator. Any smaller and it’s only capability was to jam communications and other electronics within a certain distance.
“Send these to the archives Miss Thanopolis and remember, the ends justify the means,” said the figure to the woman. With a quiet response, she took the papers and the manila folder and saw her way out. After a few minutes of contemplating the screens and watching the company make strides, he pulled a pre-cut cigar and lighter out from his jacket. A little click and the smell of nicotine leafs being burned emanated.