<strong>Office of Doctor Thomas Sibellius Steinman<br/>Site #144</strong><br/><br/>Communications had dropped out almost an hour ago following containment breaches on the upper floors, leaving Dr. Steinman completely in the dark.  Or it would have, if the man had not prepared for just such a scenario.  The wall behind his desk had since cracked apart and opened to reveal a massive surveillance station brimming with screens from every single one of the thousands of security cameras and devices installed throughout the entire complex.  It was the sort of station that would normally require at least two dozen people to watch over, and even then it was extraordinarily likely that a small detail would be missed from time to time, or that a screen would fall into mutual blind spots and go completely unnoticed.  But the Doctor was no ordinary individual.  A circular device had been strapped around his skull, a glossy metal crown with a single red visor following the length of it.  It allowed him a complete 360 degrees of vision simultaneously, which still would have disoriented most people to the point where concentration would be impossible.  But with this cycloptic eye Steinman saw everything, from the continued failures of his staff to maintain further breaches of containment, to the horrific orgy of slaughter that the fleeing GenMods left in their wake, to the sudden violent appearance of GC-327g (Designation:<em>Treant</em>) at the front entrance.  But the man's attention was not on the incompetence of his guards.  Nor was it on all the demonic abominations of nature that he had helped to create over the years.  Out of all the thousands of screens, Steinman's flawless vision only saw one.<br/><br/>"Doctor Tamis Dunsany.  Assistant Chief Psychobiologist.  Correction:<em>Former</em>Assistant Chief Psychobiologist.<em>Now</em>a traitor of the state, wanted for acts of terrorism, conspiring against the government, and..."  Steinman trailed off, a slender finger curling the tip of his goatee.  After a moment of thought a sly grin spread across his face.  "Development and distribution of a biological agent capable of stimulating violent behaviour in GenMod products."<br/><br/>As amusing as it was to know that one of the final nuisances he had to deal with at GenCorps was quickly going to become a very convenient scapegoat for the corporation to lay all the blame on, it agitated him to realize that a woman with such a high clearance level had apparently gone rogue.  It would be impossible to discern exactly when this sudden change of heart had occurred, let alone what sort of information she had managed to leak.  At the very least his paranoia had served him well, and the protocols concerning GC-472's harsh treatment of women had prevented her from even attempting to apply to be stationed on-site.  But a crafty woman like her had enough reach to get into data that could prove infinitely useful to the rebellion.  Even if she currently knew nothing that could put GenCorps in danger, it would behoove him to ensure that she did not leave the facility alive.<br/><br/>Steinman inserted a bright red keycard into the console and steepled his fingers as the system processed the command written on its surface.  Much to his pleasure, GenCorps had never been the sort of corporation that left anything to chance, and put next to no faith in the integrity of most of its employees.  For that reason, in the event that a Site went completely rogue, each was outfitted with an automated security system with the strict orders to kill any and all organic organisms not currently within their containment cells.  Personnel and GenMods alike.  Steinman's office was suddenly cast in a low red glow as Site #144 began to hum into life, a virtually constructed female voice calmly instructing everyone not to panic and to please stand in front of the nearest plasma turret for immediate vaporization.  It was really the<em>little</em>touches that made Steinman love his job.<br/><br/>Though he preferred to focus on the carnage, it was impossible not to notice the screen directly in the center of the wall.  The cameras on the lower levels were filled with images of the worst sort of monstrosities, most of them anxiously pacing about as they sensed the disruption miles overhead.  But only one of them paid the camera any mind.  Only one was looking directly at him.  Only one was smiling.