"Everything ok, Mr Fischer?"
Magnus shuddered softly, his bespectacled eyes flitting around hyperactively, his heartbeat thumping as it accelerated a million times its normal speed. A bead of perspiration now gleamed above his brow, dangling close to the edge of his face and refusing to fall due to surface tension. Despite this he put on a brave face, smiling meekly as he replied, "Yeah, y-yeah. I'm...I'm, fine, just peachy...just..."
"Just what?"
"Nothing! N-Nothing, no problems! I, er, just need to go back and, er check something..." Magnus collected his items together before waving a hurried goodbye and trundled on briskly out through the door. Lockheed winced as the door slammed behind him. He shook his wizened head and rearranged the papers that'd been tossed around by the draught coming into the room as a result.
"Strange kid," he muttered.
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Magnus fought off his urge to hyperventilate as he paced through the aisles of the Transforming Genetics building. He'd packed two bags, he knew that, he was certain of it. Unless...? No, there was no doubt in his mind. Was there? He shook his head, brushing off the negative thoughts that were now swarming into his mind. It was his own fault, whatever had happened to them. He'd been in such a rush, his mind filled with childlike exuberance and working feverishly, that he hadn't even made any of the necessary checks to make sure the bag was tightly secured within his satchel. Millions of pounds of work, gone, lost in the blink of an unwatching eye.
All his research, all his nights of sleep deprivation and creeping anxiety, all for what? So he could lose them on the day of unveiling? Magnus cursed under his breath as he passed through the revolving doors leading to the leisure block. His thoughts were all over the place but the ones that did rise to the surface seemed so selfish and superficial. He should've been focused on the consequences those jellybeans being lost could have; though he'd seen some progress in the initial tests, there was no conclusive evidence as to what the gene-spliced sweets actually did. This thought alone terrified him, morally yes but also because he knew there'd be a slew of lawyers lining up to dig his grave little by little if the bag had fallen into the hands of the wider population.
Due to his preoccupied mind he hadn't even looked up as he stepped into the employee common room, causing him to bump headfirst into...
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