The Beginning
(Prologue) 

     Sweat beaded down the man’s face as he directed a pair of 
robotic arms to grab an object in the center of a room. Glass at 
least three feet thick separated the person from a vial, containing 
some strange, bluish-glowing substance. The man was typing on a 
keyboard, controlling the movement of the hands which swiftly 
and quietly picked up the deviously looking container. Over to the 
left of this action was a metallic briefcase, containing 5 other vials 
of this strange liquid. A click could be heard as the robotic arms 
did their job in placing the final container. As if it had a mind of 
it’s own, the briefcase suddenly snapped shut with a loud clank, 
and locked itself with some kind of fingerprint coding device. You 
could almost see endorphins, the relaxing hormones, flowing 
through the man’s body. Without warning, he suddenly started 
laughing lightly, before picking up a radio communicator on his 
belt and pushing the button. “Base, the package has been 
wrapped,” came the words, sounding as though he hissed them out 
instead of actually speaking them.  No reply came as he switched 
off the radio, and entered the room. Two large hands grabbed the 
handles of the briefcase as he walked out of the containment room, 
past the robotic arm keyboard, and out through two huge, sliding 
doors that were located behind his original position. As the doors 
closed, two halves of a large, red R that was painted on the it came 
together. The man walked down a gray hallway with no doors, the 
extra lighting showing his features off more clearly. His head 
adorned red hair, with a gray beard, giving off the impression that 
he didn’t think too much of how he looked. Yellow eyes gazed 
down to the briefcase, and he smiled to himself, having no idea the 
horror’s that what he held in his hand would cause.