Sullivan glared at Hull, eyes narrowing as Hull spoke to as if he was small stupid child. "I’m not going to damage the stupid beast. Just teach it a lesson if it tries to escape or attack." His boots echoed in the small room as he approached the cell, watching the beast turn its head towards him and growl as if it recognized him before turning its attention back to Hull. "Come one beast, put up a fight, and give me a reason to use this." He flicked the cattle prod on, twin prongs crackling with electricity.  This creature wasn't like the other ones he tormented on a daily basis. This one was intelligent. That made things fun. He enjoyed it more when they reacted to his taunts and threats instead of cowering in the backs of their cages like frightened animals.<br/><br/>He had something special in mind for the beast once he had a moment alone with it. A little pay back. He'd have to be careful not to leave a mark on the creature or they would know that he did it. As much as he hated the science pukes and how over protective they were of their little pets, he didn't want to lose his job. The pay was good and when he was bored he could torment the specimens.<br/><br/>A soft beep sounded and the doors slid open and the extraction team hesitantly crossed the threshold into the creature’s cell.  Walter stood to the side and allowed the grunts in. Armed or not, he wasn't stupid enough to go into a confined space with the beast again unless he had to.<br/><br/><br/>Sky Lynx continued to watch his captor, glowering at Hull the moment he heard the term physicals, the corners of his mouth turning down in a subtle frown. That worried him and made him just a little afraid of what degradation were they going to force upon him. What would it be this time? Being roughly manhandled onto an exam table so the brutes could poke and prod every inch of him including places he wasn't aware of having? Before he could dwell on the unpleasant thoughts a moment longer, the door slide open drawing his attention away from his captor to the door.<br/><br/>A low menacing growl surged from his vocalizer when the humans dared step into his cell. It amused him to watch the daft organics clumsily scramble for their weapons and go wide eyed in fear.<br/><br/>Get it over with you bloody fools, he thought bitterly. He heaved a heavy sigh, amusement rapidly fading as he waited for the inevitable.<br/><br/>He didn't have long to wait. He braced himself as the humans gathered their courage and roughly forced him to the floor. Sky Lynx let out an undignified squawk followed by a rough curse in his native langue as he was pinned and manhandled, wincing when his limbs were forced into unnatural positions and restrained. None of this was necessary really. All they had to do was bloody well<span style="font-style: italic">ask </span>and give him some dignity if they wanted even a small fraction of his cooperation.<br/><br/>Sky let out a series of hissing snarls when the humans grabbed him by his thick long tail and dragged him out of the cell. 'That is not handle!' he wanted to snap at them but all that came out was muffled series of sounds due to the very uncomfortable leather and metal muzzle. He grunted as he was maneuvered onto some sort of low cart, one wing pinned painfully underneath his impressive bulk.<br/><br/>This possibly could not get any more far as he was considered.