No thanks came from the good doctor as he took the new sedative, nor did they ever. Their job was their job, and they were to do it without question, on time and with no expectation of pleasantries. That was the way Johnathan Hull, head doctor of research, had liked it. The man standing in his place, however, always thought everyone walked around like something was stuck pretty far up their backsides.<br/><br/>His eyes wandered over the syringe suspiciously, always having stuck to the old adage of ‘if you want something right do it yourself, but since I don’t have the time why don’t you just do it and I’ll bitch at you for not doing it right’. Walking back up to the glass it was clear he was done with the tech, but his eyes went back to 317 as he watched him back into a corner. This was, unlike some of the other creatures, was smart. He’d been watching them, knew what to expect even. Made him dangerous and that is exactly why Dr. Hull seemed so interested in him.<br/><br/>“Kara,” he called absently. “send a message to Security Chief Akylas. Hull requesting your skills for specimen 317 safety.”<br/><br/>Aiden Akylas, now there was a man of his own heart. All business, mostly brute force but backed by one hell of a brain. Head of security for the entire facility, the man practically oozed with a natural air of ‘I can kill you with a spork’. He was such a perfect balance between order and ruthlessness that Avalon had made him the head of security with no one directly below him and, thankfully, he only answered to two people. One of those, of course, was Dr. Hull who had developed a rather love hate relationship with the man; Akylas hated him and Hull loved him.<br/><br/>Despite the tension, the security chief always came when called and helped the rather unskillful little scientists with unruly subjects. With most of the staff never having held a gun let alone shot one a moving target, it fell on him and his crew to help with the rather delicate placement of tranquilizer darts such as was currently needed.<br/><br/>The door came open no less than three minutes later and in stepped the young security chief. For a man in his late twenties, the brunette had a worn and grizzled look about him normally befitting for seasoned war vets and disaster survivors. His left opened a little less than it should, a thick scar running next to the outer corner explaining the defect that did little to shield his icy calculating gaze. Dressed in the black militant uniform all Avalon guards wore, he had little to denote his high status other than a very small set of three white stars on his right sleeve.<br/><br/>Always prepared, a large black rifle was held loosely in his right hand as he gave a curt “Doctor,” in greeting, though the tone of it would have made irreplaceable with any foul curse word. As Hull held up the syringe with a small smile on his face, Akylas swiped quickly before moving over to sit in the swiveling chair in front of the computers. Crossing one leg over the next, he removed the single cartridge from the gun and began prepping it with the solution.<br/><br/>His gaze only went once to Sky Lynx as he paced in the cage before back down. “Between the plates?” he asked curtly.<br/><br/>“Correct. As usual.”<br/><br/>No response came as Akylas finished filling the cartridge, put the round in and prepped the bolt. Standing, he walked the length of the room and stood near the side of the cage. “Kara,” he called, “Open side entrance to 317’s enclosure. Dr. Hull will second the authorization.”<br/><br/>“Going in face to face rather than shooting from above? Bit risky, given his rather mobile nature, don’t you think?” Hull asked.<br/><br/>“I think that you should second my request, Doctor.”<br/><br/>“Oh, very well. Kara, Hull seconding and confirming Security Chief Akylas’ request.”<br/><br/>A soft beep sounded and the former solider took his position, raising he rifle at his shoulder and eyes gazing through the sights. The first set of doors opened, and he stepped in. Once they closed behind him, the second would open and Sky Lynx and he would come face to face. Good thing, too. He was so damned bored at this post that any small bit of excitement he could squeeze from it was welcome.<br/><br/>Hull walked to the side to watch, outwardly scowling but inwardly chuckling and grinning from ear to ear; yes, a man after his own heart indeed.