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The Liverpool Nutrition Institute, or the LNI for short was one of the largest food science facilities in Europe, which is odd as those who worked there have been incredibly secretive when it comes to what they actually do in the large, grey building. "It's almost as if they're hiding a dark secret deep within, or it could be a major buildup to a whole new breakthrough in the food industry after the success of their fiber extract in the deep fry batter! Or it could be nothing and we're overblowing the whole thing, you never know."
The eccentric blonde reporter yammered away about what might be behind the locked doors of the LNI, anyone who was hired almost never left the building and even then it was as if they had to sign some contract to never talk about their work until it's released to the public. "I'm not sure Cynthia, you really think such a well renowned institute would have a dark secret in there? That sounds like something out of a weird horror movie from the fifties."
"Well what other reason do they have for keeping everything under lock and key in there, Brian? There's something in there, I can feel it! They don't even announce new genetic modifications for food or whatever other research they're gonna do when they finally do make one of their products public."
"Well maybe they just want to be thorough with their findings, a lot of places suffered because they rushed out their latest contributions to nutritional research only for it to end up false or sponsored by something like the Coca Cola company or Nestle. How do you think we can get any answers out of them?"
Cynthia let out a giggle, pointing over to a help wanted sign. "We'll just have to look for answers ourselves, I know this might get us into a whole lot of trouble but the common man deserves to know the whole scoop of what goes on behind the scenes, the ins and outs of the LNI! What exactly is Alfred Lennon, the man in charge hiding in there?"
Brian was still unsure, their boss, George Martin only asked for them to interview former staff of the facility to try and piece together the mystery of what goes on in there. "If we get caught you'll have to pay for our bail, now how are we supposed to get in and not expose ourselves as undercover reporters?"
"Oh that's easy, Rory Storm and his sister work in theater so they'll handle all the disguises, our aliases and how to act inconspicuous while still snapping pictures of the whole place."
"You've been planning this for a while haven't you?"
"Aw you know me, I go the extra mile for the whole story." Brian's partner giggled some more, leading the way back to their shared hotel room.
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"Are you sure more hires would be such a good idea? What if they discover.. Him?"
"Where he is now is more locked up than a maximum security prison, it would take someone who's really nosy to ever find out about him, Freda. Even then they would think of his smell as just some old expired tests that didn't go over well, I know he di-"
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud, low PPPRRRRFFFFFFFT rumbled through the building, followed by a disgusting stench filling the room. "Of course his loudness is still something to work on, but it'll all be taken care of once those new employees come around. We can't have this getting out to anyone, you hear me?"
"Yes sir."