Intelligence Kills

Prologue

(By PenguinBookFish 

AKA BattleCrasher101)

Prologue-

April 1995:

Cathro Heath spread the blueprint out in front of the Seven. His hands were trembling like crazy; a fine sweat was breaking out over his brow. The Seven stared at him and he could feel the intimidation that they were silently throwing at him. He flinch as Lady McMillian's fingers tapped a slow rhythm onto the bronze table. Her index finger was pure gold. It was a ledgendary finger.

Word on the street was that Lady McMillian had gotten it caught on a wire as she was checking security for the mansion. It had gotten so entwined with the thin wires that a guard had to cut it off. The next day, Lady McMillian had gotten a golden finger. It was hollow, filled with wires and connecters that allowed her finger to move. in a way, it a gruesome sight. Lady McMillian still had her original finger. She kept it in a glass jar full of vinegar by her bedside table.

"Mr. Heath! Please tell me what you have brought us," Lord Porlo snapped impatiently. He rubbed his graying goatee in thought. He gestured to the blueprints. "Is this for the weapon?"

"Ah, yes Lord Porlo. It is," Cathro stammered. He pressed a button on the paper and a three dimensional model appeared. He pushed the model until it was in the middle of the table, in reach of all to see. He walked into an empty space between Lady Kret and Lord Roylar.

"What is this? Some kind of joke? This is a model of a boy," Lady Yulgale said snidely. Cathro nodded, wringing his hands nervously.

"Um, well, yes it is. But I have a very good reason for having a model of a boy here. See, this is your weapon. I know it seems a bit ridiculous but this is the perfect way to do it," Cathro began.

Lord Roylar nodded at Cathro to continue. M.C Roylar was an attractive man in his late thirties. He had no children and was not married but he was kind and he was obviously much nicer and not as corrupt and greedy as the rest of those in the Seven. Cathro immediately grew a bit more confident, having Roylar on his side being the whole cause. He stood a bit straighter and began to talk confidently.

"Now, it is possible for me and my group of fellow scientists to create, a robot, in no better term of words. It will be easy. The boy will be born and within hours, he will become your weapon. Once he is a few hours old, I will be implanting special weapons into him that can be summoned by a single thought from his own mind. I won't go into the long boring explanation on how exactly we program this.

"He will have two cuffs on his wrists. They will grow with him as to fit comfortably but they will never come off. He will have one of these, a very thin and almost invisible one on his neck as well. There will be two metal chips on each of his shoulder blades and two on his stomach. There will be two cuffs just like the one around his neck on his ankles."

"And what exactly is the point of this?" The question came from Lord Akithro Shlark. He was a huge muscular man with shoulder length blonde hair and a chiseled face. He was a very attractive man according to most women but he was a player, someone not to be trusted. He would betray anyone in the Seven just for a shot of glory, or more money. Anyone with the higher offer, he went to.

"The point. I was just getting to that, Lord Shlark. It is like a body armor," Cathro started.

"That doesn't sound like body armor at all, Heath. It sound like a useless use of metal," Shlark snapped. Roylar frowned and shut Shlark up before waving Cathro on.

"Anyway, at a single thought, the metal will expand and connect to the other pieces. The metal in indestructible. It will cover his whole body. The piece around his neck will expand up into a helmet. There will be eye holes for the boy to see but there will be no mouth piece or anything else.