<div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz66/BlueHankster/Beast/739627-beast.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beast/Hank McCoy<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweatshirt w/no sleeves, Workout shorts and tennis shoes.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jack<br/><hr/><br/>“As much as I would like to begin now Mr. Cordero, I need more than just your consent.” Hank moved across the room to a traditional office desk. It was out of place in such a technical environment but it suited him. Opening a bottom drawer he retreaived a brick of energy drinks and quickly drained two of them. “ Please believe me when I say that this is not a path I would have chosen but by all indicators it has the highest chance of success.”  He moved back across the room and stood before the window. "The Sentinel programming has been fully integrated into your mental functions. Any other solution could prove fruitless or even…. counter productive in the future.”  It was clear that he chose not to address the possibility that failure would mean someones, more than likely Jacks, death in the future.<br/><br/>“However I will not leave you in this limbo any longer. The programs ive had running have released your senses from the Sentinel programming and as such I can bring them back on line while we both wait to see what the caretakers of the school decided.” Hank moved to the console and started the final update to the programs. “You already have some of your smell and a tidbit of feeling back. This should give the rest back over the next 5-10 minutes.”  The cables holding Jack slowly lowered him to the floor. “ If nothing else is accomplished today at least you can readjust yourself to the conscious world and stretch your legs….well within the confines of your cell at least.” The program began removing restrictions from Jacks sensory files and he could start to experience the waking world once again. Hank busied himself with some last minute calculations and moved around checking different diagnostic devices. His clothing was tight and he was unusually warm for the climate controlled lab. He chalked it up to excitement and the energy drinks.<br/>