Akylas just smirked a little and sighed. “Far too easy. You’re all too easy.” Then, shouldering his rifle, he just gazed at him before he looked over through the glass at the doctor. “He’s all yours.” The security chief wasn’t stupid enough simply back away. No. He made sure to keep his eyes on Sky Lynx until he was all the way back at the door, waiting for Hull to open it.<br/><br/>After giving the order for the primary doors to open, Hull met 317’s eyes and just watched him. Damned thing. Couldn’t keep its mouth shut, could it? Well, at least it wouldn’t be dissected for a good long while at this rate. Bittersweet, really. Of course now he was going to be their trained circus bear like the others who had a base understanding of communication. It was such an unpleasant little relationship. Always testing out how they worked under stress of all sorts. Degrading sorts.<br/><br/>“Kara,” he began after a moment, “send for a transport team. Message them  that Hull requests 317 moved to observation lab 75 bravo. Also send team 6 a reminder that they are to be there in fifteen minutes.” His brown gaze went from the ceiling back to Sky Lynx as he stepped closer to the glass. Now that the other could understand, the man seemed to choose his words a bit more carefully.<br/><br/>“We will understand you,” he finally stated, which sounded far more unsettling once the context of the situation as given. It wasn’t as if he had said ‘we want to understand you’ but, rather, it was a demand. One that nothing could change, and one that nothing had for the seven years that the facility had been in operation. Ever since Avalon had been forced to go underground with their research, this facility had become their only remaining base of operations for extraspecies investigation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That’s what they liked to call it</span>, thought the man who was supposed to be Dr. Hull.<span style="font-style: italic">They liked to keep things sounded clean and shiny. Liked to make them sound important. Liked to find a way around tarnishing words such as kidnapping and enslavement. And forget about murder. No. That was far too common of a word for them. </span><br/><br/>The look in Hull’s eyes never changed all this while, and he stood blankly looking at Sky Lynx as though he was just another number. Another job to be done.