Operation 1513.

The President of the Miasma corporation came striding into the laboratory. As soon as the scientists saw him they, in some cases literally, dropped what they were doing and turned to look at the President. He was a big man, you could see it through the suit, he obviously worked out regularly, he was built like a tank. It was odd for him to leave his office, it was even more odd for him to venture into this area.
"Doctor Rogers, where is he?" The President asked one of the other scientists, one who had been typing up a report on the computer before the big man had entered.
"He's.. I believe he's in the middle of an experiment at the moment.. He's.."
"He's, he's, he's.. I don't care what he's doing, get him out here now!" The President wasn't in the mood for explanations, he came down here for a reason, he wanted to see Rogers, and he wanted to see him now. "You, go get him".
"Y.. Yes sir, I'll be right back.." The scientist who was doing the report finally managed to stutter, before running to get him.
"You damn well better be," The President said, taking a seat at one of the desks.
There were lots of computer terminals, lined up in three seperate rows, and around the outer edge of the room were tables and scientific equipment for the employees to work on.

After about five minutes, the poor scientist came back, with Rogers right behind him.
He was in his mid-fiftees, with black hair, grey in places, and glasses.
"Mr. President, sir, I didn't expect you to come down here. Whatever can I do for you?"
"I need to talk to you, Rogers. Do you have an office..?" The President replied, standing up slowly.
"Yes, of course, this way Mr. President."
Rogers led The President to his office, which was down a small hallway. There were so many rooms for such a small hallway, they all had some sort of experiment going on behind the closed doors.

Closing the door behind them, Rogers started.
"Now, Mr. President.. oh, excuse my rudeness sir, please take a seat.. Yes, how can I help you sir?"
"Rogers, I'm going to skip all the chitchat and get right down to business. It's about operation 1513. I expected your report on my desk at 12 midday two days ago, and unless I'm going blind it's not there. So where is it?"
"Well, sir.. You see, we came across a few.. Problems.." Rogers was trying to word it carefully, but he knew The President would be unhappy no matter what.
"What kind of 'problems'?"
"Well.. According to our tests everything is going right, but.. And some of the subjects are responding well, but.. some are not behaving the right way.."
The President gave Rogers a look as if to continue.
"It's.. I think it would be best if you saw for yourself, sir." Rogers said, opening the back door in his office and indicating for The President to follow him, "This way sir.."

It was a long way down, and the steps were small, but luckly there was a hand rail to hold on to. The spiral staircase was made of stone, and the entire way down was cold, and wet. The President thought to himself that there should be something done about it, but decided he had better things to think about.

 "Now, I'll show you the subjects that're responding well in a moment, but first I want to show you this one."
"Alright Rogers, get on with it."
Rogers led The President down yet another small coridor, and into yet another, and then finally into a cramped room with a window and a screen covering it.
"This.. is what we're having trouble with.." Rogers said, while removing the screen from the window.
"Oh my.. Rogers, how did this happen?"
The both stood for a moment, just staring. The room was small, all white, a bright light in the center of the ceiling illuminating the whole gruesome view. The bed was torn apart, and flipped upside down, the drawers had been thrown at the door. In the center of the room sat a boy, no older than 20, if that. He was sitting there, quite calmly, and bleeding from where his hand used to be.
"Mr. President.. We just don't know. The others are responding quite well, but this one, and the one in the next room.. Something happened, they started smashing everything.. We tried to feed them, they just went for the person who was bringing them the food.. Poor man, the other one trapped him in there and.. ate him.. This one started eating his own hand, and everyone was too scared to try and feed him.."
"But the others..?" The President started to enquire.
"The others are fine, they interact with the scientists and have no signs of any kind of problem.."
"Terminate these, focus on the others. I expect the report on my desk tomorrow morning."
"But Mr. Presi.."
"You heard me," Interrupted The President, "I'll be back this time next week to check on your progress. Make this your priority. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mr. President, very good sir."
"Good."
And with that, The President left, and in his place were two guards, with guns.
"That one, and the one in the next room are set for termination."
Closing the door, and walking away, Rogers heard the gunshots. They echoed throughout the underground test facility.
No one else had any idea of what goes on down there.