[center][color=darkred][h2]Adolfo Hiltiliar[/h2][/color][/center]
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[b][i]Earlier That Morning[/i][/b]

[i]“Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,”[/i] the small cellular device buzzed filling the darkened room with the uplifting sound of supremacy and oppression, stirring the figure under the mass of mangled blankets.  An arm flew out instinctively in an arrow fashion, before grasping the convoluted machine and throwing it through the slim opening in the bedroom door, the sweet sound of [i]“Über alles in der Welt”[/i] lasting for a few more seconds before the phone crashed into the tile flooring.  Adolfo would have felt sense of joy [s]if he wasn’t dead on the inside[/s], had he not owned a Nokia, therefore the blasted thing refused to die, forcing him out of bed.  Sweeping his hair to the side with one hand, the sleepy figure bitterly mumbled,[color=darkgray] “I should just burn it in an oven or something. Geez.”[/color]

Standing to his feet, cold eyes stared down the blackout curtains halfway across the room sending daggers in their wake.  Behind those curtains laid a being so gruesome, so wicked, the very mention of its name made Hiltiliar cringe in the deepest corners of his missing soul:  sunlight.  Its gah forsaken rays of hope did nothing but mock him endlessly, attempting to bleach his hair, as if to make him one of the lesser beings.  Needless to say, it would need to go, after modern art of course.  

Grabbing the curtains with both hands he pulled the fabric to the side with spite.  Squinting through the word which shant be spoken, the man caught is reflection in the glass of the window. [color=darkgray] “Ironically, we are both in pane,”[/color] a sigh escaped thin lips,[color=darkgray] “Another day, another opportunity to be misunderstood by societal standards and wish I’d never woken up in the first place.”[/color]
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[b][i]Many Minutes and Excessive Amounts of Eyeliner Later[/i][/b]

[center][color=darkgray] Attention All Employees. There Is A Meeting In The Board Room In 10 Minutes. Please Do Not Be Late.[/color][/center]

The announcement resounded through the laboratory, surprisingly loud enough to be heard over both the dwindling screams of the last of the [s]victi[/s] experimentees flames being put out, and the sound of My Chemical Romance blasting through Aldolfo’s headphones.  Though the science appeared to be flawed, there was no denying the team was on the [s]Reich[/s] er right track.  Picking up the fire extinguisher (which was really just a giant can of cheap whipped cream), he placed the safety mechanism back on the rack and made his way towards the meeting room.  It wasn’t long before he passed the
[center][color=lightgray][h2]LARGE METAL DOOR[/h2][/color][/center]
Personally, he didn’t get what the big deal was, nor cared enough to know either way.  Despite all the commotion over it he couldn’t help but believe it was probably just a door with a gas leak or something behind it.  How could something like that even be 
[center][color=gray][h1]M E N A C I N G[/h1][/color][/center]
It’s not like Adam was planning on killing anyone with it.  Even Hiltiliar knew that would be inhumane.  

Shrugging, he turned up his music and slid into the meeting room like a shadow.