Security Chief Akylas was out of the enclosure and back into the lab. His eyes moved from Hull to Skylynx and he just shook his head; all of these scientists were freaks, and Hull was, in his opinion, the head freak in charge. Without a word, Akylas shouldered his gun and walked back out of the room. He wanted through the halls, taking the long way back to his office and mulling over random thoughts as his boots echoed in the sterile white hallways. It was in his meanderings that he passed the transport team without the slightest acknowledgement as he went back to his normal duties of guarding a facility from absolutely no one. Because, as far as Avalon was concerned, that was who knew about the place- absolutely, freaking no one. And that’s exactly the way they wanted it to be. However, his mind wandered from them to the entire staff and how much he loathed just about everyone in the building. Still, it was good pay and considered an ‘honor’ of some sort. That might be enough one day to keep him from regretting ever accepting it as his duty.<br/><br/>Hull continued to watch the creature, fascinated by what he might actually be and worried that he might be a great deal smarter than they originally thought. Worried because the man that he really was knew what happened to intelligent creatures here. They either went absolutely crazy, either turning feral or recluded into their minds becoming nothing but husks of their former selves or, worst of all, they became obsequious and twisted shades of their true natures. And, it was thoughts like that, which made the man masquerading as Hull angry in every fiber of his being but, like the good soldier he was, he bottled it back down knowing he would have the chance, rather soon, to let it all free.<br/><br/>Head turning along with Sky Lynx, he watched as the transport team made their way in, lips turning in an obvious frown at seeing Sullivan. He was rather thankful that the man did things that even the scientists could disagree with. It allowed him to show his obvious distaste for his kind, albeit for a reason that fit his cover.<br/><br/>“Yes, and I warn you, Sullivan, if you damage this specimen any further I will have it come out of your pay. I cannot afford to lose one that we don’t have another of. Do you understand this, or shall I use smaller words and speak a bit slower?”  He should have added the word ‘again’ to that sentence, already having made formal complaints against Sullivan and his crew for damaging unique specimens. Without another word to him, he turned and walked slowly back to his console, addressing the AI.<br/><br/>“Kara, tell team 6 to begin set up for behavioral experiments. Note that I also wish to add extra species interaction and environmental tests as well. On record should be noted that communication and physicals will continue as scheduled next week.” He entered in a few codes on the computer, noting that he wanted to run the extra species interaction among the first, starting with a known docile species first before going into basic behavioral tests that would help the decide the level of intelligence and basic way of communication. Then, once the drugs had worn off a bit, the order was also placed for extra species interaction with a known aggressive species. Standard protocol, of course. They had to see what this one would do and test if it was a candidate for higher research. Once again, a bittersweet ruling, at least becoming a high priority specimen meant less of a chance of getting killed in some freak experiment. The trade off was a lifetime (however short or long that might be) behind the labs white walls.