Dr. Ying took a careful sip from his coffee cup, and slowly rose from his seat.  "There's the tricky part."  He said in his Texas accent, leisurely walking towards the door.  "Ennea's implants cause her agony when she wakes up, and occasionally it turns to violence."  Dr. Ying exposited quietly.  The little man left through the door, as if the conversation was over, while Ben waited in the corridor to guard against the off chance that Elohim was considering making a break for it.<br/><br/>The catacombs of the Cherion warehouse were dark and filled with exposed wires, moisture, and radon.  The kind of place where one perpetually sees a ghost out the corner of their eye.  Dr. Ying approached a fenced in gate, and carefully unlocked the padlock holding it closed, revealing Ennea's inner sanctum.  It was a small square room with concrete floors, concrete walls, and concrete ceilings.  Two walls of the room housed a massive workbench, which contained Ennea's weapons and armor.  Another wall had a set of glass cabinets, where vials upon vials of medication were stacked.  The final wall contained nothing but a small wire cube, with an electric heater sitting next to it.<br/><br/>Ennea curled up inside her cage, on the rubber mat where she slept with rubber pillows, naked save for her collar and a heavy chain connected to her arm.  On the opposite side of the heater, an IV pumped various chemicals into the girl, while a snake curled about her legs and abdomen.  Ennea's face scrunched in agony as the girl strained against her cage, and against the pain of her existence.  "I gave 'er her wakeup cocktail about 20 minutes ago."  Dr. Ying said dryly, relizing a bit more explanation might be in order when Ennea let out a soft scream.  "Her body rejects her implants every 24 hours or so, until we can neutralize the antibodies."  Ennea reared up and began to cough up blood, a tiny crimson tear flowing from her eye as the monster's clawed hand slowly caressed the head of the snake coiled around her.  "She's also acquired a few forms of cancer as a side effect of some of her implants."  Dr. Ying said, hesitating a bit before revealing a bit about Cherion with a smile.  "We could cure the malignant tumors, but we like just keeping them small as a failsafe."<br/><br/>Dr. Ying picked up a second IV bag from Ennea's medicine cabinet and connected it to the needle flowing into her arm, nodding to himself before he turned to Elohim.  "As long as she trusts you, she'll be gently as a lamb."  He suggested, pointing to a hose connected to a spigot with both cold and warm water.  "All Ennea needs is a shower and to get dressed.  The painkillers and antihistamines should kick in about midway through."  Dr. Ying noted, turning and pointing to several racks of clothing underneath the workbench that held several variants on Ennea's armor.  "We'll be here if there's any trouble."  Dr. Ying said, somewhat insincerely, as he walked out, leaving Elohim alone with Ennea as she wailed and gnashed her teeth, taking comfort in the presence of the snake.