# Chapter 3: Corporate Machinations
## Dan Industries Headquarters - Executive Suite
Ayan Dan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her corner office, sixty stories above the Chicago skyline, her reflection superimposed over the city sprawling below like a modern-day empress surveying her domain. The anger from her encounter with Liam still simmered beneath her composed exterior, but years of corporate maneuvering had taught her to channel such emotions into fuel for more productive endeavors.
The sound of her office door opening barely registered as she continued to stare out at the city, her mind already working through various scenarios and contingencies. She knew who it was without turning around—Dr. Elena Vasquez, her head of research and development, had a particular way of entering rooms that somehow managed to be both respectful and urgent at the same time.
"The Prometheus data came back," Elena said without preamble, knowing that Ayan preferred directness over pleasantries when it came to business matters.
Ayan finally turned from the window, her expression neutral despite the significance of what she'd just heard. "And?"
"The preliminary results are… promising," Elena replied, though something in her tone suggested that 'promising' might be an understatement. She approached Ayan's desk, setting down a thick manila folder marked with the highest classification level Dan Industries used. "The subject's cellular regeneration rate is unlike anything we've documented before, and his energy manipulation capabilities appear to be limited only by his understanding of the underlying physics."
"His understanding," Ayan repeated, moving to her desk and opening the folder. The first page contained a photograph—a surveillance shot of Liam taken during one of his missions, though how her people had managed to acquire it was a question she didn't particularly care to explore. "Meaning there's room for improvement."
"Significant room," Elena confirmed, pulling up a chair without being invited to sit. It was a liberty she only took when discussing matters of extreme importance. "Based on our analysis of the energy readings we were able to collect, he's operating at perhaps thirty percent of his theoretical maximum output."
Ayan raised an eyebrow as she flipped through pages of technical data that would have been incomprehensible to most people but read like poetry to someone with her background in advanced physics. "Thirty percent. And the other seventy percent?"
"Locked away behind psychological barriers, incomplete training, or simple lack of awareness. Think of it like a computer running on a fraction of its processing power because the user doesn't know how to access the advanced settings."
"Interesting analogy," Ayan murmured, though her attention was focused on a particular chart that showed energy output measurements over time. The pattern was unmistakable—Liam's abilities were growing stronger, even without proper guidance or training. "How long do your models suggest it would take to unlock that remaining potential?"
Elena hesitated, a reaction that immediately caught Ayan's attention. In the five years they'd worked together, she'd never known the brilliant scientist to be uncertain about anything related to her research.
"That's where things get complicated," Elena finally said. "The traditional enhancement protocols we've developed would likely cause more harm than good. His physiology has already adapted to his current power levels in ways that make standard augmentation extremely risky."
"Define risky."
"Complete cellular breakdown, catastrophic organ failure, or potentially something even worse." Elena leaned forward, her expression growing more serious. "Ayan, what we're talking about isn't just enhancing a normal human—it's trying to improve something that's already beyond our current understanding of biological limitations."
Ayan closed the folder and moved to a different window, one that offered a view of the USOV compound in the distance. From this height, the facility looked like just another government building, unremarkable except for the slight shimmer in the air around its perimeter that most people would dismiss as heat distortion but which she knew indicated the presence of advanced defensive systems.
"What about the psychological approach?" she asked. "If the barriers are mental rather than physical…"
"We've considered that, but it would require extended contact with the subject, detailed psychological profiling, and a level of trust that, given this morning's encounter, seems unlikely to develop naturally."
The reminder of her confrontation with Liam sent another spike of irritation through Ayan's system, but she pushed it aside in favor of more practical considerations. "There are other ways to gain someone's trust."
Elena's expression grew cautious. "Ayan, I hope you're not considering anything that could be construed as coercive or manipulative. The ethical implications alone—"
"Ethics," Ayan interrupted with a slight smile that didn't reach her eyes, "are a luxury we can afford when we're not competing against organizations that have no such constraints."
She moved to her desk and activated a secure communication system, the screen immediately displaying a familiar face—James Morrison, her head of security and intelligence operations. Where Elena was brilliant and occasionally naive, James was pragmatic to a fault and had never met an ethical boundary he couldn't rationalize crossing in service of corporate interests.
"James, I need a comprehensive psychological profile on Agent Liam, and I need it within forty-eight hours."
"That might be challenging," James replied, though his tone suggested he was already formulating a plan. "USOV security is quite robust, and direct surveillance of their personnel tends to trigger defensive responses."
"Then don't be direct," Ayan said simply. "I'm sure you can find creative solutions."
James nodded, his expression indicating he understood exactly what kind of creativity she was referring to. "Should I coordinate with Dr. Vasquez on specific areas of interest?"
"Elena will provide you with a list of psychological markers that would be relevant to our research," Ayan confirmed, ignoring the disapproving look her head of R&D was giving her. "I want to know what motivates him, what he fears, what he values most, and most importantly, what he believes about his own capabilities."
"Understood. Anything else?"
"Yes. I also want intelligence on his relationship with Director Grey and his position within the USOV hierarchy. If we're going to approach this properly, we need to understand the