He gave Ghost a nod, though he had his burst rifle out and leveled, ready for hard contact. He spared Insomnia a look, before shrugging. "I suspect that is the genetics lab up there. Anyone that doesn't want to see what a failed project looks like should stay back."<br/><br/>As the door opened, he recognized the layout, though this one appeared to have been focused less on organic combat drones, and more on sex slave bodyguards. Or at least, that was what the first body suggested. The glass was not actual glass. It was glasteel, something as hard as steel but clear as glass, and had been heavily reinforced with shielding to prevent the subjects from breaking out and trying to murder the scientist or scientists. It was clearly dead, that much blood in the water showed that somehow it had self terminated.<br/><br/>Terry shook his head. "Hard to tell from just the corpses, if they are base human, created whole cloth, or made using a combination of alien and human. My vote is for the third. Mime would still be flipping the fuck out though."