Finishing the beer Marcus grabbed a second can of Coke and left. He hopped into his truck, making shure he had his tranquilizer gun in its holster. He was a truck driver, but on occasion someone tried to be funny or mug him. Starting the engine, he headed back to the lab. He turned on the radio and Disturbed's "Down With the Sickness" played. He head bobbed to the beat, driving down the freeway.<br/><br/>He pulled up and immediately felt something wrong. He parked his truck in its designated spot and hopped out. He walked in from the loading dock and saw workers heading for the exit.  He turned around when the slider fell into place. "Well fuck me sideways." He muttered, turning back for the compound. He headed up sets of stairs to figure out what was going on. The doors were shutting all around him, Marcus now completely alone. He heard weird shouting and pulled out his tranq gun. He pulled out his walkie and tried to pick up Jimmy. Maybe he knows something. "Yo, Jim! The he'll with all the doors, man?" He asked, opening his drinking his second Coke.