As Greggory’s head tips forward and the damage that the shot did is revealed, Wil feels another surge of anger race through himself at what these people were willing to do to get their precious answers.  Greggory had, in all likelihood, been used as little more than a lab rat, an experiment to glean more information from his incarceration.<br/><br/>Setting down the now-limp body, Wil quickly and efficiently stripped him down, taking anything that could be used, including his clothes and setting it in a pile nearby.  Turning back to the body, he worked his jaw for a second, feeling it unhinge with a pop, dropping down about three inches in the process.  Gathering up the body, Wil’s jaws suddenly gaped wide and closed completely around what was left of Greggory’s head and a good portion of his shoulders.  He had intended his last statement more as a threat, but it was one he could have easily followed through on, and there was little sense in letting the meat go to waste; he had been serious when he said they hadn’t been giving him enough food, and he needed the energy it would provide for whatever was to come.<br/><br/>Soon, all that remained of Greggory was a slight bulge in Wil’s midsection.  Belching once, he picked up the small bundle of clothes and Greggory’s other possessions and walked back to where the trio of destroyed drones lay.  He began to pick them apart, pulling out whatever he thought he could use.  Although Wil could fight well enough unarmed, he would be damned if he didn’t at least try to find something to arm himself with.