Hull didn’t trust that man’s word as far as he could throw him and, at the moment, he wouldn’t even touch the grimy bastard. The only solace he had was that somewhere deep and hidden away inside the building, there was a gun waiting for him and, in that clip, waited a bullet with Sullivan’s name on it. Oh yes, he had a list. A long list of people he intended to take out that fateful day when it came. He’d spent hours awake at night making sure he knew their daily routines, their normal schedules, just so he could ensure that they would get theirs when the time came. Not that most of the base wouldn’t, of course, but this was personal and he wanted to make sure they saw him coming. He wanted them to know it was him. Ohh, he wanted to hear them suffer. Just a little, before they died.<br/><br/>A deep smile curled its way onto Hull’s face, though not a damned soul would know why it was there. Hull, even the real one, had been a bit of an odd bird so it wasn’t like someone would question him over one slightly sadistic looking smile. Besides, should anyone ask, he could always mention the prospect of new research with their new subject. Mind going back to the task at hand, he quickly went to follow the extraction team down to the new lab. He was curious, truly so, on exactly what this one would do with another species. Was he normally aggressive, or could some sense be talked into him? This was always the case when dealing with a halfway cognitive creature. Though he alone was going to be a force for this base to reckon with, having another thing (no matter what species it was) on his side would not only make things easier, but make this seem more of a success. Even if it was just one single specimen that made it out alive…one creature that got out of this place when it fell.<br/><br/>Arriving in the experimentation lab, he moved over to the computer and began putting in manual orders and typing in data logs to bring up. This could be done almost completely on autopilot, as he had done it a million times on countless species. It was all so cold, this view of life. All numbers and glass. Strange how well it flowed, though. So orderly. So cut and dry. It was easy to see how a person could become so content in this setting. Outside there were morals and beliefs. In here, there were only specimens and work to be done. It was simplistic, even the science behind it all. So easy and so orderly.<br/><br/>“Once clear and unbound, we will open up the viewing glass between the two enclosures. Specimen 189 is already alerted to this side of the enclosure so all we are waiting for is 357’s response.” After putting in the correct commands and codes, Hull walked himself over to the glass and waited. He wanted to see the reaction between the two of them. Specimen 189 was one of their longest living specimens. She, or so it had been determined she was a female, had been rated a high intelligence and was extremely cooperative with all extermination and labs, which had led to her long life. Not only this, but she was willing to work on and examine tech that had been recovered from sites and, though communication was extremely limited, she almost seemed to be able to fix whatever it was most of the time. This alone had made her a number one priority. Still, priority or not, she was no exception to the hack and slash that came to all the specimens after time.<br/><br/>When Sky Lynx was finally in and free, a soft series of three beeps signified the defogging of the glass on the far right side of the enclosure. On the other side, stood a small creature no more than five feet tall. Lanky and thin, she was a poor shell of the creatures known as the Yja’mere. They were a far flung race that seemed to work with any creature, and had dominated the skies as pilots and tech repairmen for eons. One of the most known traits was their strange ability to look more like the race they began working around, taking similar coloring most notably but, over time, developing some features of their host race. Happening in a matter of months, the Yja’mere could look like anything though they kept their normal small stature, and their large black eyes with one little red pupil. This one, however, was unlike any seen before. Socal creatures, the sheer lack of interaction with any other creature had left it looking a sickly grey color with a little shading of pink, looking like some fouled processed meat product that had been left out in the sun for too long. Her eyes were a lighter black in color, grey around the outside. The normal quills they had for hair had mostly gone from the top of her head, leaving only a few black and brittle looking one, most half cracked. Her posture was somewhat slouched and her skin was covered with scars of botched surgeries and explorations.<br/><br/>Tired eyes blinked twice, the second eyelid seeming slowed before it pulled back all the way. She looked over Sky Lynx with a blank stare, as if she could look straight through him; it was a gaze that showed there was damage on the inside and that her fixing items for the humans wasn’t so much a want as a habit, almost an automatic action of a fractured mind on autopilot.