Under the Table

     Mr. Breen smashes his right fist upon his desk after finishing his talk with Zero. "Damn," He says. "He's still there."

     "Your inability to help destroy the head of the Zero Alliance, will not go without payment."

     Breen jerks up to look at the source of the menacing, deep and grueling voice. An unseeable figure shrouded in a very thick, black, and light absorbing mist stood infront of Mr. Breen's office door. Small eyes with fluctuating reds, oranges, and yellows were gleeming and glaring at the president.

     "M-My inability?" Stuttered Breen. "I-I..Well I did as you told. I set up the decoy and you said that you had a plan to stop Zero. What about our deal? I can help you to destroy all opposition! You will help me to become your arm of power here!"

     "You supplied the information about Zero's ships. Their strength was more than what your information told us. You, have failed. We shall take matters into our own hands, as was our original plan before you discovered us, and promised to strengthen us, and to make us the most superior species."

     "But we are still doing that! You will become the most powerful-"

     "Failure, is not tollerable. You will fail, in enhancing our species as well. As of now, your research facility, has been terminated."

     "But! But!"

     "Your services are no longer required."

     The alien figure then sent forward a portion of the black mist surrounding him towards Breen. "What are you doing?!" asked the panicked man. The mist consumed him and it retreated back to the figure. Breen was gone.

     "Your secret plans of using our technology to rival us, are futile. You are no more."