"I've read the file, sir. I know everything that I'm allowed to know." The Colonel replied to the doctor in a detached tone.<br/><br/>Not answering, but not entirely avoiding the question, the doctor seemingly scanned the colonel. It reminded him of a machine. When his eyes came back to rest on Micah's, he said, "Take those," he pointed toward a case of serum, "and your luggage down to the barracks. Find yourself three bunks. Your going to be in charge of two experiments, so you'll be here for a week to get accustomed to working with them. I suggest you stow your belongings and get back here ASAP. We have work to do. Dismissed."<br/><br/>"Yes, sir." Micah spun on his heel with serum in hand and left the chamber.<br/><br/>His first stop post meeting was the General Requisitions office. Before coming to China, he had made sure there would be a duffel bag with clothing and toiletries, as well as 2 brief cases waiting for him. It took only a few minutes to sign his things out and begin his trek to the barracks. Each bunk had its own room with an adjoined quarantine chamber separated by a reinforced one way mirror. In Micah's room there was a bed, a small nightstand, and a desk. The duffel bag was tossed haphazardly onto the bed while the two cases were placed with care atop the desk's surprisingly well-kept mahogany surface. With a hand still resting on his briefcase, Micah examined the chamber adjacent to his quaint sleeping quarters. There was a toilet, a small sink, and 2 cots, one on either side of the room. Each cot was equipped with heavy duty restraints and built-in chemical injectors capable of delivering enough sedative to drop a rhino. The reinforced clear-steel that separated him from the dwelling of his charges had two sets of biasing monitors that would allow him to be in constant awareness of their health. This was going to be a stressful endeavour, but it would certainly be interesting if nothing else.<br/><br/>Bringing his focus back to the present, he looked down at the large, leather-bound briefcases in front of him. After taking a moment to straighten them out atop the modest work station, he popped the seal in between the locking mechanisms of the one on top. A blue light winked twice as he pressed his thumb in the now visible scanner and a well-hidden panel slid from the cases top surface to reveal a small keypad. Micah entered the 6 digit code that he had forced himself to remember back in the US. With a hydraulic click, the lid snapped open slightly and with an easy motion, the colonel had it open the rest of the way. The inside of the lid was a large screen that flashed to life within a few seconds. Checking that the computer was running properly he closed it and set it aside.<br/><br/>The second briefcase was much more mundane, lacking all of the fancy security measures. It opened with a simple 4 digit combination that he'd had memorized for as long as he could remember. After all, it was Mary-Beth's birthday. With a satisfying click, the simple lock unlatched and the lid flung itself open to reveal an arsenal of weapons and gadgetry that would have impressed any special forces member. First, he removed 2 non-standard 45 calibre handguns. After checking them for imperfections, he set them aside and withdrew a silenced P-90 sub-machine gun. Seeing that was to his standards he set it aside and withdrew what he was looking for, the pair of neural incapacitators that he requested in case of a… Problematic subject. When applied, they would force the wearer into unconsciousness. He wasn't sure what kind of people these "experiments" might end up being, but he wanted to be prepared. Placing both devices at the foot of his bed he began to put his other equipment away. There wouldn't be any need for weapons. Besides, he would have his standard-issue sidearm with him if anything unexpected were to happen. Once finishing with his gear, he began to go through his duffel bag, pulling out a pair of black fatigues with a t-shirt of the same colour. Once his boots were laced up and his belt and holster buckled on he stuck both neural incapacitators into a utility pouch and headed for the door.<br/><br/>The walk back to Dr. Kesler was uneventful. However, as Micah walked the halls fo the facility, he began to take on all of the security protocols around him. This place was a fortress. Guards and turret emplacements, though well hidden, were throughout the complex. The large room where the doctor awaited his underlings was empt but for the doctor himself. Choosing silence as the better part of valour, the colonel waited for the rest of his co-scientists.<br/><br/>---=<br/><br/>It didn't take much effort to crush a stone into a perfect sphere. In fact, it was an almost soothing exercise in control. Gavin watched the 5 marbles that he had created from chunks of the wall zip through the air in wild patterns as he contorted gravity to his will. He was almost certain they would be displeased with the minute destruction of their property, but he had to reorient to his abilities somehow. After so long in that drug-induced fog, he felt a little out of practice. Every now and then he could feel the magnetic field of a person walk by his cell's door and he found himself wondering when it would be his turn…<br/><br/>A loud pop  broke him from his thoughts. Turning to see the source of the noise, he was greeted by a cloud of pebbles and dust floating in a gravitational void. With a sigh he released his grasp on the debris. He really needed this to be over with soon. If there was one thing he could be certain of, it was this; if he was going to be corporate experiment and slave, he'd rather do it outside.