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The laboratory was dark, all except for the white and magenta glow at the end of the room. There was a large flower encased in a glass vial, sitting on an electronic console that flashed with neon-green lights that darted across channels. Beyond the star-like flower was a much larger glass case with rich, moist soil and the green curls of sprouts, emerging from it.

There was a young, red-headed female, gazing at the seedlings with a dreamy smile. Out of all the plants Freeze City had tried to grow, the seeds of this strange plant were the only seeds that worked. The Green Project hadn’t worked the way she had hoped, but if these flowers could grow and put a smile on the people’s faces, then they just might live longer. These flowers meant hope and she could use theirs strands to clone a more resilient strand for fruits and vegetables to grow on. This was progress.

“Still messing with those weeds?”

The scientist whirled around to smack into the uniformed chest of a blond-headed ass. She stepped back, slapping his shoulder irritably.

“They aren’t weeds. They’re flowers, and look, they’re growing,” she boasted with a proud smile.

The officer stepped over to the tank to inspect the sproutlings before his blue eyes turned to the purple flower in the glass. It may have just been the UV lamp, but the flower looked as though it bore its own glow. Officer Cromwell rendered an about-face, catching the scientist off guard once again. She jumped in startle before she found his hands gently grasping her biceps.

“This is great. We need to celebrate,” he told her with a simmering smile.

The red-head blushed and pressed her palm against his lips when he leaned forward to try and kiss her. She quickly glanced behind her, making sure none of her coworkers were around before she lifted her hand and pressed her lips to his. They shared a short, but sweet one, before she broke away from the aroused officer, dragging her tongue across her red, painted lips. She had to turn that off where it was before it became a problem.

“Ahem, yes, well,” she spoke, brushing spiraling strands of her hair behind her ears and the black legs of her glasses. “We can do that later. I still have much work to do.”

Officer Cromwell was brushing his fingers across his lips, inspecting them for lipstick stains before he’d return to work.

“I’ll call you when I’m off,” he told her.

“I’m sure you will,” she playfully added.

The officer smirked as he took his leave.

The scientist watched him go and once he was gone, she huffed.

“I’m such a sucker for uniforms,” she said with a soft sigh. She faced the mysterious plant again, its glow filling her green eyes. “What are you?”

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NPCs

Dr. Richards – Geneticist
Officer Cromwell – Chief Officer of the Freeze City Guard (a.k.a The Police) ”