<strong>The Lab: over the next few days</strong><br/><br/>The injection didn’t seem to work at first. Granted some of his notes had given him the idea that he’d have to immerse himself in a oxygen rich solution intermixed with the serum for fastest effects but shouldn’t something have changed?  The woman that the commander was definitely changing, and not for the better. The serum was tainted, and she quickly bloated into a ball on like caricature of a woman, blood production was up quite a bit as he was able to collect nearly three pints of serum rich blood with few symptoms of low blood volume in the comatose woman. From what could be told from her body, the sleep induced was a mercy. She has literally falling apart, kidney and liver failure and cardiac arrhythmia were all showing in the tests. If she lasted a week it would be a miracle.<br/><br/>Separating the Malice serum from the blood and organic taint was much more slow going but after getting the material back into the lab the Commander was willing to wait. Progress was being made.<br/><br/>On the personal front, Darren could notice a few changes of his own. The cut he had substained in Syn/Alex’s escape had nearly healed over night. By the third day, almost all his body hair was gone, and old scars and aches were fading. His energy levels were much high and he could see his skin tone was improving. Luckily his box of MREs were on hand to help with his increased appetite! Which was nearly three times what it had been.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Syn’s Stakeout: First three days</strong><br/><br/>Three days..and the asshole might not show up till two days from now.” She muttered as she turned on the makeshift air conditioner that she had cobbled from a bucket, two bags of ice she’d stolen from a grocery store after it closed and a small fan that she had spliced into the power junction of the rooftop she was working from. It had gone from a tent and sleeping bag into a crude lean-to/hut with a few amenities she had acquired. A cooler full of water and Gatorade, that had flavors now..who knew? A small prepaid smart phone, taken off a passed out drunk out side a bar, along with 90 bucks and a Bowie knife. It was not the tech gear he was used to but it was a start. She wished for a gun or two but folks might not be surprised at losing a Texas tooth pick but would go looking for their firearm<br/><br/>Luckily this no horse parish village had a library and she had slipped in a few times to catch up. First black president, did see that coming. The whole community of alternate lifestyle's coming out was a bit of a surprise but some of that had started when she was a kid...as Alex she meant. Syn clearly was a bit younger looking than her actual age, most likely due to her regen and exemplar abilities.  Took a bit of time to figure out the new search engines but she had some research of the Triangle.<br/><br/>Turned out they were more ‘let’s make mutants our slave's than their public face of coexistence. Darren had said they had him working on stuff that could be used as weapons. The newspapers were having a field day at that revelation after a hero group up in Rhode Island freed several mutants and destroyed a literal armory of weapons and power armor.<br/><br/>She had sketched out every face she’d seen in the lab when she escaped, an Alex talent she’d kept and worked on every physical detail she could, posting it on the wall of her hellhole across from the fire station. Last night she’d been lucky and found the Colonel’s face in an old Triangle event from a few years ago. Problem was he wasn’t named. She had spent a good part of the night trying to find the reporter of the article.<br/><br/>He was in New Orleans, a few hours drive or about one teleport jump from her surveillance spot. Should she try and call his paper or jump to the city to meet him? She was conflicted, this could help Darren or she could miss the guy she’d been waiting on for the last three days.<br/><br/>“I hope you’re okay Darren..just hold on a bit longer buddy.” She said as she thought about it and dialed the news rooms main number.