Origins: Biohazard

"Brain, you fell asleep at the microscope again." a female voice whispers in his ear. His head rises with paperwork stuck to his forehead.
"Elena?" he mumbles, "what time is it?"
"three in the morning, Ive been wondering if you fell asleep or was about to discover a scientific breakthrough." she giggles.
"I'm almost there, splicing genes and adding mixtures for hours can get tedious, i will figure it out."
"what exactly are you doing all this for?" she questions.
"Us." he says
"you know what i mean, Brian." her face shows worry "you're not making some bio-weapon that will kill us all right?"
i chuckle, "I'm not so sure, the compounds we were given could potentially make some kind of bio weapon, but it could also be a cure to some disease, it depends on the makeup of it i presume." he stands, and holds Elena's shoulders, " i don't think much of that, Dr. Mitza says if one of us creates the "serum" they are looking for, we get a huge bonus. that's all i care about."
"hopefully it will make a better world for us, and Damien." she rubs her stomach, holding our unborn child.
"if they cant, i will." he assures her, she nods and smiles. he yawns, " lets go to bed sweetheart."

(Dr. Mitzas house, his office)
"i wont disappoint you commander, at least one of the hundred scientists i have should formulate the serum you need to make your product."
"its not the amount of scientists creating the serum that we have an issue with, scientists are working around the clock. the predicament is we don't have enough patients with the XN gene. and from the looks of it, one of your top scientist carries that gene."
Dr. Mitza pauses, "Who?"
"Brian O Hazzard." the Commander says.
Mitza chokes, "hes one of our top scientists, you cant take him, he could be the answer you're looking for!"
"We, we are looking for Dr. Mitza, and that is noted. that is why we wait until his version of the experiment is complete, then we take him and use that serum. understood? this is not to be repeated. do not warn Mr. Hazzard. Or you will be a guinea pig regardless of not having the gene. Understood?"
Mitza studders, "understood." and hangs up. "I'm sorry Brian." he says to himself.

(One week later)