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PROLOGUE

Profile #18

Name:Nicolaus Baasch (a.k.a. The Chemist)

Age:52

Marital Status:Single

Net Worth:3.5 Million Euro

Bio:

Scientist.

Narcissist.

Suspected kidnapper.

Unique Identifiers:

Blind in left eye. Missing left finger.

Has a thing for being in control and docile young men.

The large metal door beeped before being pushed open by a man holding a machine gun. The armed guard didn’t make eye contact; he simply held open the door and waited for his employer to make his way through.

Good. It was nice to see that his simpleton guards knew their place. They may have been hired because of their physical strength and ability to follow orders, but the true show of power here was all about intelligence. Knowing what to ingest, what to avoid, and what didn’t mix well with others. This was a place of experimentation. Of making hypotheses, testing out theories, and determining what worked best in which situations.

And of course… there was the other thing. The thing that paid the bills and made sure that his research and advancements could continue for decades to come. This other thing was also the reason that he had men with machine guns guarding the facility. There was too much at stake to just allow anyone to enter or leave… the facility.

Walking down the long corridor, Dr. Nicolaus Baasch ignored every person he passed, not stopping until he came to a door marked “DO NOT ENTER.”

“Evening,” Dr. Baasch muttered, giving the guards a slight nod with his head.

Both men returned his nod before lowering their weapons. The guard on the right of the door punched a code into the keypad, then pushed the door open once he heard the buzzer ring.

Without a word, the doctor walked through the door.

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