<div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz66/BlueHankster/Beast/739627-beast.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beast/Hank<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beast Lab<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>anyone entering<br/><hr/>The school above was a wonderful place but Hank never felt more at home than within the walls of his lab, his Fortress of Solitude so to speak. He chuckled to himself at the thought. Oh how the world could use a Superman right now. But those were musings for people with time to muse.<br/><br/>The lab was actually more like a departmentalized office building in of itself. Withing the front doors was a setting room of comfortable sets of all kinds to accommodate any visitor/patient and the fake ficus trees no doubt lent to the feel. Three doors exited from the room the right led to his office where he finalized his findings and kept track of schedules. The left door led to a basic examination room which he used for the simple test and the like. The center door, which had a secondary security panel, opened into  a large room roughly the size  of a basketball court. Apparatus of all kinds could be found her as well as chemical stations, advanced computer stacks, flora husbandry and somethings that would take to long to explain.<br/><br/>Hank made his rounds of the stations each one always active with some kind of experiment or study. His current focuses were the medical station and the computer analysis one. Looking over the electron microscope he simply lowered his head and tapped a  button on the consol. "Specimen J-37 is none responsive to treatment. Destroy sample and beginning new anti-virus strand on J-38. Run sample." The work was slow...agonizingly so. He knew Jubilation's life was not in danger and in truth he knew he had all the time in the world to find a cure or at least a stabilizing factor. Those thought did not bring him solace as he watched J-37 be incinerated by the high powered laser.<br/><br/>Turning to the computer analysis station he was more hopeful. Mr. Cordero's scans were proving most interesting and Hank felt sure that he could eventually defeat the command programs running in his higher brain functions. Hank was coming to a difficult decision though. Due to Jacks full immersion he would have to not only shut down the program but Jack himself to allow the program to die and then restore him to function after the fact. It was similar to what hypothermia drowning victim would suffer and as long as the process didn't exceed 2 minutes 36 seconds no damage would occur. Of course Mr. Cordero would have to agree to such an extreme procedure as well as Wolverine and Storm. Hank felt confident in his ability to complete the process but there were always x-factors that could not be accounted for. He would bring up the motion when he saw the school masters at supper he decided.<br/><br/>Turning to the far wall he went to  large metal cabinet and looked inside. Along with several lab coats and safety suits he also kept a backup business suit, one of his older team uniforms and a verity of everyday clothes. Leafing through he found a pair of workout shorts as well as a sleeveless sweatshirt.  He decided to put on his tennis shoes as well since he didn't want to take the chance of clipping someone with his sharp claws and it would lend a bit of normalcy to the activity as well. He ran a brush through his hair and sprayed himself with a common sports antiperspirant. "Don't want to be known as the sweaty teacher after all." He chuckled again for it wouldn't be close to the worst he had been called over the years. Folding his glasses and laying them on the high shelf within he finished his coffee and made his way toward the outer room.