Her eyes slowly grew in size as she scrolled down the computer screen, skimming over the results of the newest hormone stabilizer that was used. She jumped out of her swivel chair and ran out of her office. She bull-dozed through the hallways of the hospital to the nearest elevator out of the dozens that were installed.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doors slowly slid open and she jabbed at the button with a big “40” on it. The doors inched closed and it finally took her up to the top floor. She quickly bounded out of the elevator and yanked open a pair of wooden double doors.

The man on the other side of the doors, looked up from his desk with a suspicious stare.

“Mr. Hews?” She asked, confused.

“What do you have to report, Mrs. Xever?”

“There’s a problem with the stabilizers we gave out nine months ago. The male subjects are being born with… wings.”

Mr. Hews shook his head sadly, picked up a gun on his desk and fired at her. “Wrong report, Mrs. Xever. What shall I tell your children?”