Several years earlier at a small diner in a town square…
Sean, ordering his daily meal; I want two cups of coffee.
Cashier; Aren't you 12 years old?
Sean; I'm 13!
Cashier; sorry but you're still too young for this kid.
Sean; fine, give me two frozen yogurts instead.
Sean, while holding his two cups, walked to his table upset.
Sean after taking a seat; sorry Nancy, I couldn't get the coffee.
Nancy; its fine, I'm probably still too young anyway.
Sean; but it's your birthday, and I wanted to surprise you!
Nancy; I told you, it's completely fine.
Sean looking behind her; *sigh* alright.
Hey, who's that?
Nancy; Who?
Sean; behind you on your right, I think she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Nancy then looked back and saw a mirror, she looked at it for a few seconds before turning back to see Sean with a smug expression on his face. She then laughed.
Sean; happy birthday Nancy.
Present day…
Tom: *I was walking through this mysterious underground tunnel, at least that's what I thought it was when I fell in. I was walking right behind the mysterious guy who looked at least one foot shorter than me, he was wearing a lab coat larger than his size, had black hair and strange looking emerald-colored eyes. He was holding a gun in a strange way, different from the way I've seen most people hold them in my experience. After 10 minutes of walking, I felt weary.
Tom; ugh. Are we there yet.
?; shut up. Or I'll shoot.
Tom; … *My legs hurt, still, where are we going? *
? suddenly stopped in front of a curtain made of a deer's hide.
?; touch anything, and I kill you.
Tom; *He then moved the hide aside and passed through, I was hesitant at first, but then I passed through anyway. What followed was my complete shock as I looked around there where yellow glowing crystals inside the dirt walls illuminating the room which looked about 3 and a half meters high and so wide that it could fit 5 trucks or so. I looked around and there were shelves almost everywhere, despite this, there were books on the floor and papers scattered everywhere. I then looked at one of the shelves and then noticed something interesting.
Tom; wow, what is that?
?; that, is a 99.99% pure shard of crystal meth.
Tom; then what's up there on the top shelf, next to the trophies? It looks just like it but shinier.
?; that, is a 100% pure shard.
Tom; so, why did you…
?; I used to work for a pharmaceutical company; they also dabbled in chemical synthesis.
Tom; that explains the drugs.
What should I call you?
?; whatever you want.
Tom; Harry then?
?; *scoff. *
Tom; you must have been a real big shot. I mean I've heard of famous scientists with less awards than these.
He then turned to look at Tom straight in the eye.
Harry; have you ever been ripped off?
Tom; a few times before.
Harry; I see.
Tom; have you?
Harry; 10 years ago, I had won the next great scholar award, it was my first international prize, and I was 6. 5 years later I would graduate high school, and would be nominated for a Nobel prize and 4 other top achievers awards, while working for Linex.
Tom; you mean the largest producers of drugs in the world? *Wow, this guy's short for his age, like really short*
Harry; no, the condom brand. OBVIOUSLY THAT LINEX!
Tom; OK, OK, chill, just get back to what you were saying.
When I was 9, I was able to create the purest shard of crystal known to man, it was how I got into Linex, I continued making breakthrough after breakthrough, with papers, research, theses, things that would have taken decades to uncover, I did in weeks. If it defied basic and fundamental rules of science, I did it twice. Before was working along side the top scholars and researchers in the world, even went out together on several occasions.
But all that changed when I was 11, I was in the auditorium that day, a few months earlier I had submitted my theses to the board, the ones that got me those nominations. But then, the winner got called out, it wasn't me. But what bothered me was that he won based on the thesis that I did.
When I appealed to the board, they said that he had simply submitted his first, I then asked to see his, and it was exactly like mine. I didn't want to jump to conclusions too quickly. So, I hung up. But by the end of the day, the university and research center I worked for called me out for stealing research materials. They then deemed me a fraud, and I was stripped of my position, my research and my work. Only Linex kept me.
Tom; did they at least let you appeal?
Harry; they ended my contract over the phone, after calling me a fraud. They wouldn't even look twice at my texts.
And just like that, I was removed from the world of science. Not even my old school teachers wanted to speak to me.
I then worked at Linex for a year. I was being used for shady underground drug smuggling.
Tom; wow, that's messed up.
Harry then carried a chair and threw it in a corner in anger.
Harry; THOSE BASTARDS! They deliberately stole my research, plagiarized my work and framed me for fraud! And all those scholars, I thought they were my friends after all those meals we had together, but they were all in on it to, and did nothing!
Tom; woe, chill.
Harry; and that meth. *sigh* time after time, they kept pestering me for my formula, it was the only thing I never wrote down. I should have known then, if I had, they would have stolen that too!
Tom; but didn't they use it for those shady deals?
Harry; yes, but I don't give a crap about that. Regardless, they were trying to steal everything from me, just because I was a child!
Tom; woe, clam down Mr. White…
Harry; Ah yes, Walter, the famed chemist turned drug lord. They said he created 92% pure shards and half of the Union hooked on it.
Well, compared to me, he's lower dog shit! Never mention his name near me again!
Tom; alright, alright, fine. *Does this guy have some serious anger issues or what*?
Meanwhile…
Jake, while sitting down on a chair in a motel; I'll just cut to the chase. Nino, me and Tom are tracking a terrorist and we need your help.
Nino; We?
Jake; …
Yes, we need your help, I need your help.
Nino; you know, we haven't spoken since that night.
Jake; you haven't been replying to my texts so…
Nino; and you didn't come to see me in person? What if something had happened to me?
Jake; I, I, thought you just didn't want to…
talk to me and I just didn't want to bother you.
Nino; so, putting that aside. What do you have to say now.
Jake; Nino, I am so sorry I hadn't told you about, you know what. I was just, embarrassed, you see, they're a lot of stupid things I've done that I truly regret, and remembering those things make me hate myself more and more. I just didn't want you to see the side of me I hated so much.
Nino; I see. I've made up my mind.
Jake; you have?
Nino; I will help you take down this terrorist. But this conversation isn't over.
Jake; alright thank you.
Later that evening…
Tom on his way home; *poor guy, it's too bad what happened to him*
Tom, while removing a device from his pocket; *it's too bad, if he wasn't a terrorist, we could have been such good friends*
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