After showing a natural aptitude in school experiments, Lunkin had quickly been recruited into the government’s elite group of scientists and had spent the past twenty years working his way to the top. Well, almost to the top. Only one thing stood in his way: Professor George Tindleson.
Lunkin didn’t have much time for the Chief Scientist’s affable ways. Frankly, the man was a buffoon, as much a relic as the antiquated books and paintings he kept in his office. Everyone else seemed to love him, but could he command them in a crisis? Lunkin would do a much better job, he was sure. He just had to find the right opportunity to fulfil his destiny.