Morley Must Be Informed

Wix didn't want to go to his boss. As much as Walters hated him, he hated Clark even more. Clark was a handsome young man who has seemingly risen in the company on the strength of his looks alone, including being hand picked to lead the bio weapons division, when it seemed the only bio weapon he knew about were the std's he'd given several male and female staff members. Clark knew less about the project than any junior technician working on it, but still he was Wix's superior and he had to report to him whether he wanted to or not. When Wix arrived at Clark's office the young man was just staring at the painting of Morley.

"Sir."

"Come in Wix, do you think I look like Morley? I think I do, we have the same strong chin." Clark tried to take on the same pose as Morley, and Wix thought for a monent he looked similar.

"Not at all sir." Not that Wix would admit it of course. Clark clearly annoyed by his subordinate sat down in his chair with a slump.

"What do you want Wix, do your creatures need more test subjects or something?"

"No sir, we have two active subjects, and that's one of the issues, one of the new ones managed to kill three with relative ease and the biometrics have some discrepancies." Clark's face of annoyance did not change.

"What?"

"He seemingly appeared and disappeared, the only thing that would explain it is if he's a shifter, but the Imperial military would never use a shifter in a combat situation." Clark frowned.

"A shifter?" Wix wanted to kill the moron, he didn't understand literally anything, he wondered again how he ever got to be in charge of anything.

"Just please, please pass this along to senior management." Wix handed the data drive to Clark who took it with as much drive as someone who was handed garbage. Wix left and Clark scrunched his face up.

"I'd shift you, you asshole, maybe I'll feed you to those things you love so much." Clark was going to just disregard the data drive and tell Wix no one in mangement cared, but he decided to forward it to his boss, an icey lady in a business suit he never heard her name, most of the directors simply called her mother for some odd reason. Within minutes of sending the data Mother was storming into his office.

"Where did you get this Clark?" Clark was caught off guard he never saw the woman down on his floor, let alone in such a mood.

"I uhh one of my underlings brought it to me."

"Clark you're such a mistake you don't even know what this is do you?" Clark cowed like a dog wanted to be somewhere else.

"Its a video of a guy Wix said he was possibly a shifter."

"He's a shifter and a Lorentino good gods you're an idiot, Morley must be informed." And with that Mother left and Clark felt the need to evacuate all of his bowels.