"Sir, all other vitals are in the green and there's no indication of degradation at the cellular level."Īs the reports filed in, the mood in the room soared, for everyone here had invested much effort into the success of this prototype. "Genetic markers are showing the full conversion, the Retro-virus did its job, Sir." "Neural activity matches the baseline we established, Sir, they're showing all the signs of REM sleep." "Blood pressure and heart rate are consistent with the simulations, Sir!" "Alright, people, what's the test subjects vital signs looking like? I'd rather not report it dying before it's even out of the tube." While the good Doctor suffered caffeine-induced hyperactivity, the Colonel was on the ball. Like its head, the rest of the body was similarly protected, powerful muscles bunching and relaxing beneath the skin while the being slept. Pointed teeth suited for such a dangerous-looking carnivore filled a short muzzle, their eyes currently hidden by closed eyelids. In reality, they were more nubs of bone that kept close to the curve of the skull. The reason for his excitement was the occupant of the FEV chamber, whose form was now anything but human.Īrmoured from head to toe in a mix of leathery skin and scales coloured a blueish-olive, the creature possessed a pair of very short horns swept backwards. The handful of technicians monitoring the status of the tank shrugged and ignored their boss, his eccentricities well known by this point. The cylinder of glowing mutagenic compound slowly emptied from the top, revealing the obscured figure within little by little.Īt the Doctor's side, Colonel Mengele, US Army Biowarfare Division, recoiled in pain as the lab-coated man leapt into the air screaming. A year of currying favours, sleepless nights and one minor heart attack, it all would be worth it if his project proved viable. Observing the containment chamber through several inches of bulletproof glass, Doctor Julian Montmorency struggled to contain his excitement as the FEV tank drained.