"Apparently, neither my theory nor your theory prevents us from doing what we do…"

– Moreover … help!

Alvin winked and broke into a surprisingly kind smile.

***

At the request of Mr. Oliver, fifteen people were brought in to test the Alvin project. The experiments showed very good results, and Darrell's salary doubled. Alvin was beaming.

Creation of viruses was fascinated by the newly formed tandem. But still, it was not very pleasant to see in the news how their offspring were devoured by thousands of troops of people in different parts of the world.

"Never mind," Mr. Oliver said one day at lunch, when he and Darrell suddenly looked down from the TV screen, where an emergency news Bulletin had just ended, unequivocally confirming the lab's latest victory, " the media's job is to lie. To embellish, to aggravate, to terrify and confusion to the masses. We are doing a great job, they are doing a great job. In a compartment with some levers of power, we are working together to do a good job with our common task. But in fact, the situation in the world is much calmer and does not portend anything tragic. The point is to cut down the branch on which you are sitting. In fact, all our activities are aimed at psychological tricks, at fear. That's what we play on. This is how our patrons do the world's work. Technology is as old as the world, but… work flawlessly.

Base Director Darrell's words were partially reassuring. It occurred to him that Alvin's theory was not so bad. Man is such an interesting creature. The mind that elevates it above the rest of the world of living beings is capable of many things. But for some reason, man in the vast majority of cases directs all his ingenuity to get the benefit of his fellow men, even if for the sake of his goals it is necessary to sacrifice the principles of conscience.

Darrell sincerely hoped that the Lord was using the means of developing viruses to remove the worst strata of society from the face of the earth. Those who might have done something wrong. After all, this laboratory had to exist for some reason? Therefore, this is the Creator's plan, as in everything that exists.

Darrell worked harder, trying to realize himself as fully and on a large scale as possible. At certain times, his unhealthy interest in planning and testing for the breeding of new virus stamps that were not familiar to the world before, attracted the attention of colleagues and superiors. The guy was more often invited to private conversations with the management. They were always trying to bring him to the surface, but Darrell was crystal clear, had no interests of his own, so with full responsibility each time declared his gratitude for being in this place. He was shaken for six months, but then, finding no reason to worry, he was released back to the laboratory. The scientist's salary continued to grow rapidly. His experience and reputation had been firmly established over the years, not only in the closed base where he lived, but even beyond the borders of her and the country. The black market for advanced pharmaceuticals is quite narrow. If a person is more or less worth something, he quickly comes to the attention of interested corporations.

"Listen, Darrell," Oliver said one day as he ushered her into his office and closed the door. – Our foreign partners are trying to get you to join them. I was informed of this by personal intelligence. There is every reason to believe that you will be recruited in the near future. I don't know what it will be. It is possible that threats will be used, but first of all people usually try to buy a person.

"I'm happy with everything here, Mr. Oliver. Here I have a favorite job, friends, and a close-knit team that has long been my home. Everything is going very well with the management. You have no reason to worry about me.

"Darrell, I honestly don't want to lose you. I perfectly understand that the amount that you will be announced will exceed your current earnings by no means two or three times. This will be a very impressive amount. And it will not be a one-time, but a systematic one. I don't know what I would do if I were you. We are quite an influential organization, but even I do not receive such funds here. So that…

"Mister, Oliver, even if I get a truck full of dollars every day as a paycheck, I'm still not going to leave you. My home is here, not anywhere else.

"Well, actually… I thought so. But it's even worse… for you.

"Why?"

"Because if you do, they'll try to intimidate you." Remember when we talked about fear? This is the main tool in the world. And in dragging frames, it does not differ in variety. I can't put my own guard on you, because it would look like my interference in this process. I don't have the right to prevent the movement of employees according to the canons of the organization, But… let's do this. When they come to you, don't give them an answer right away. Take time to think, it will not cause doubts and will look quite plausible. Tell me what they have suggested,and we will continue to look at the situation. Only I will have one request for you-don't play with me. If you still decide to go-tell me honestly.

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