Fear and Loathing

[Fairchild]

The professor looked over his glasses at the character who had just showed up in the door of his office. Standing up, he took off his spectacles and smiled politely. "Greetings... Miss Burbank, is that correct?" he shook her hand. "I don't believe we've had the opportunity to meet before."

He went back to his console. "Now, the reason I've asked you to come here is, er, slightly unorthodox. However, we require involvement of a biochemist and nobody in my team has quite the qualifications as you."

Nagrebetskiy put up an image, a structural formula of a chemical compound. "NPLK, one of the strongest nerve agents discovered back on Earth, when they had been used by militaries. Currently, impractical for battlefield applications, as I hope you know why. I need you to synthesize some, about ten cubic centimeters." Not enough to kill a man, but enough to be very close, he added in his mind.

He scratched his head. "Now, my labs here are unfit for that kind of a job, so you would have to use your own. Please keep in mind that this information is blue level clearance only, so it is imperative that nobody downstairs learns of what we're doing here. I will fill you in on the details of this project in due course. Agreed?"