Prologue

The Wall Street Journal, 

As the woman dressed in a black suit picked up the latest issue from her study table, she started reading it. A big headline was present right in front of the newspaper. For something to make headlines in the "Wall Street Journal", something big must have happened. The bold text read, "Billionaire Prodigy CEO gone missing". Soon the black dressed woman left the newspaper on the desk and gave an audibly loud sigh, "Of all people, why did it have to be that narcissistic bastard. He is already quite popular and if word gets out that we have him here, then it will be a disaster". She sighed again and started heading towards the lab. 

The lab is a very clean and sterile place, almost like one of those pharma labs or chip fabs. She stood behind a glass wall, overlooking a man lying on an MRI looking machine with his head inside. There are a lot of hoops to moving and scanning his whole body. A lot of monitors were beside the machine displaying all manners of graphs. "How is he?", the woman asked to a nurse inside the room wearing a hazmat suit and operating a lot of machines.

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"His vitals are stable for now, of all the trial runs we did up until now this was the most successful. He has successfully occupied a body on the other side of the gate."

"Very good", she said with a satisfied smile, "What's his success rate for the mission?"

"55%"

"55%? That's quite low, but the highest we have seen till now. This is a gamble we have to take for progress"

"The success rate would have been higher if we properly explained the mission. Why did we hurriedly operated on him, ma'am?"

"There's no way you could have talked to that man. The best decision was to get it over with while he was unconscious. You don't know what that man is and what he can do, he is...."

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