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Dean Inspirax is a tall man with broad shoulders especially with his large swollen suit. He marched along the long hallway with the bright, white lights shining upon him creating a glare across the shield which was stitched perfectly on his right sleeve. His jet black hair swayed from side to side like a tennis ball being smashed in a tennis match. He quickly increased his pace to get passed one of the open doors to avoid a conversation with Doctor Hodges who loves to have a chat about the most uninteresting things. Moving slower now as he approaches a blonde hair, blue eyed researcher hoping she will say something warming.
“Good luck with the launch today sir,” her beautiful red lips moved so heavenly.
“Th – thankyou,” feeling the redness in his face and a tingling of pins as if trying to get out of his spine, he could not say anymore. He did not realise his stride was amplified double its natural state. He turns the corner shaking his head as if there was something in his hair, questioning himself, what happened?
He grabs control of himself and moves onwards heading for a crowd of men lined up on either side of the corridor, a lot of them he did not know, but he rapidly moves his eyes towards a man that looked very familiar. Squinting his eyes, concentrating more and he became clearly aware who it was, the president. None of the other men looked important anymore just a blur around the gold. Excited he throws his right arm readying a handshake, they both gripped firm.
“Young man, make this country proud,” the strength, in the eyes of the president made Dean feel secure.
“Yes sir, I will sir, I have been waiting for years, not going to let this opportunity it go.” For only a second the president needed to look for the self-importance on Dean’s face. Nods his head and turns to move off.
Dean begins to walk through the crowd of men shaking their hands and taking all the gratifying “good lucks” from them. While making his way in the direction of the god made light he started to feel the nerves in his body shake. He strolled across the bridge with an emotion of seclusion however people are hurrying by him back and forth, ignoring their vibrant smiles. Still, he hides his fears as his head is held up high when moving en route