<i>—and infected five hundred chikin' embryos with it—</i>She never figured out what it meant. Now the memory of the professor's voice recording loomed over her consciousness like a curtain, offering itself to be solved before it was too late. And she needed something to think about right now, so she let her mind wander...<i>Where the hell would someone find hundreds of embryos... How could they dare to infect them with an unknown disease?! And what in the bloody hell does 'chiking' mean?</i><br/><br/>Annie stood still, holding her hands visible to the armed man, her gun still holstered on her belt. Clearly he didn't consider her as a threat, which was a good thing, and also true. She was frightened, again, but recalling the medical recordings she had studied at home kept her mind busy and her body calm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>