Venomous [Engl.]

3. Plans for the future

Not so far away, but far enough from Bill's prison cell away, sat a gray wolf behind a desk. On the table had covered with a lot of papers and documents. With miffed gesture, he tapped on the wood while he was reading a report. When he heard footsteps outside, he put the paper aside, lay his elbows on the table, folded his hands together and watched the door until it was opened by a person in a white coat.
"The production results from today."
The silver fox handed a map to him. The wolf took it and eyed it with a contemptuous gesture.
"And? How was his first time?" he asked.
The silver fox moved his glasses annoyed.
"He is restive," he answered the question. "But he will do voluntary soon, what we want."
The gray wolf put his fingertips together. "Alright. I see, we must conduct the compulsory program. Two days with no food, no water. The weaker he is, the less dangerous he can be for us."
"And what should we do with him after that?"
The other looked at him with emotionless face. "Why?"
"His predecessor became unproductive in a few week's time. What if it happens to him, too? Gila monsters don't grow on trees and it's difficult to take them into custody. We should look early enough for a substitute."
The wolf shrugged his shoulders. "Well, then do it, or do I have to say how you have to do your work? You are responsible for the venom production. Well then, take care of it."
The silver fox nodded. "Yes, Sir."
With these words he turned around. But before he reached the door, the one at the desk said something from behind.
"And Dr. Docan?"
"Yes, Mister Walket?"
"Bring out the best last drop of him. I demand results."
The silver fox Dr. Docan narrowed his eyes, but he nodded. "Yes, sir. He will do."