<P>On the top floor, a mouth opened; Its elevator was the only route to the churning belly of VersaLife. Its doors were locked and watched through the unfailing eye of a security camera. And even if someone were to take it without proper authorization, all the way down to the massive lobby at its feet, a security pass would be required, and the numerous guards would be nearly unescapable.
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<P>Dominic knew he had to get into those labs. He knew his objective but not his method, and though he did not consider himself to be an educated man, he was not at all stupid. The direct approach would be a thorough waste of time.
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<P>No, he had to get a pass from someone in those three floors of offices, from one of those underlit, absurdly identical cubicles (which seemed as though the people who worked within them would shed all visible differences upon their entrance).
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<P>Most of the cubicles were empty. What few were occupied contained single individuals, all of which were pale-faced, concentrated, and some sweating. They appeared to have no more authority than corpses.
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<P>But there was one man, walking about as though he had nothing better to do (which was probably not so far from the truth), swimming in the boundless infinity of his own ego. He was a man of power, and blatantly so.
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<P>Dominic approached this man - Hundly was his name - and stopped before him. Suddenly there appeared to be an electronic interruption across Bishop's body; A dark folding of presence, so that there was a brief duplication, one disconnected from reality... And then it dissipated with frozen luminescence in the air so that it appeared as a final shape of contrasting light would as it momentarily lingered on a deactivated screen.
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<P>Hundly stepped backward.
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<P>"Can I help you?" he asked before swallowing. He was nervous. His false charisma had been disturbed.