Free The Return of the Watchers (Armageddon Rising Book 1) by Denny Bennett Page A

                            As he was talking, Kasia went over to her desk and began examining it to see what if anything, had been removed, then booted up her computer. Dorian was checking the cabinets and the sequencing machine when he noticed the cooler door was ajar.                                                         “Aw, you’ve got to be.....Damn it, they left the door wide open. Well, there goes weeks of work down the drain. Great! Most of the tube racks are empty. I’m beginning to think it wasn't these protestors; some amateur thieves, maybe students, probably hired by Dantanian. This is ridiculous,” he fumed.                                                                                                   “Who is Dantanian? Sounds like some kind of gangster name. What have you gotten yourself into? Is this because of a gambling debt?  Did you give someone’s child two left feet or something at your last job?” Kasia asked with excitement.                                                                                                   “He’s some businessman, and no, I didn’t give someone’s kid a duck bill or anything of the sort,” he huffed.                                                                       “At this point, I don’t give a rat’s ass who did it, I’m just happy that my data is intact,” she said, as if she was the only one that mattered.               He breathed a small sigh of relief; first, for the fact that the data was still there, and second, for the fact that Kasia’s apathetic nature did not encourage lingering questions.
    After spending some time cleaning things up, they went about their work. Since he was now aware of his carelessness at Primase, he decided from here out to only work with a fresh sample, and to destroy it after each successful run. This was the 70 th trial for sequencing. He labeled the test tube Esme70, after his birth mother’s name, the only thing he knew about her.                                                                                                                               Sequencing his entire genome was very difficult to process accurately, which is why he had to complete it in bits and pieces. If all went well, this could be the final run for him. The genome would be complete and he could analyze the data in the hopes of finding out more about himself.               He placed part of the sample in the sequencing machine and began the final trial run. While that was running, he went back to his office and sorted through the paper strewn everywhere until he heard the familiar sound of the machine indicating his sample was completed. It was a success.
    Gathering the data from all his previous runs and this current one, he gave it over to Kasia for her to compile into one common data set.               “This is going to take at least a few days to finish, and I still have four other experiments to compile and sort,” she whined.                                           “Make this a priority if you can, and if you observe anything unusual, please keep it discreet,” he said, carefully choosing his words.               She gave him a sly smile. H e looked at her with his eyebrows raised, as if to say “No, I’m hiding anything on some illegitimate child of mine!”