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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 19, 2011 7:36:29 GMT -5
Ivan returned to the room with the bags as requested. He saw the man in nearly twenty pieces. Ivan was glad the man was dead. Spineless bastard should have been killed a long time ago. Ivan looked upon the body, most of the pieces still on the table, anything that was strapped down remained in their bindings. He handed the bag to another man, instructing him to clean the mess.
Ivan listened to the Doctor's explanation and responded "Da Doctor. You are the expert in these sort of affairs. Who is next?" Ivan motioned to the cells with four other terrified prisoners inside them. The Doctor chose who was next since he had a better understanding, Ivan just put them onto the table at this point. Ivan hoped they would fight back more than that they would cooperate so he could rough them up before putting them on the slab.
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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2011 15:36:52 GMT -5
The time since Ivan came into the room, strapped down his next subject, and then left, The Doctor had been sitting in the corner looking at the clipboard full of those files. He knew that based on the records, there would be only two of the five men worth experimenting on, and only one of them was more likely to even last through the operation, little lone mutation process. "Alllright, next in line is one, well, I dont really care. Subject Number Two..."
With the man on the table, his mouth duct tape just like the last, The Doctor wasnt going to waste any time because he knew from the file that this one had a good chance of success. The first thing Splain did this time was take his scalpal, and then make an incision in the upper arm of the subject, nice and deep, but not deep enough to let him bleed out anytime soon. The man didnt scream, a sure sign that he didnt really care what happened to him at this point, which means his body would accept whatever is put into him.
First was a dose of M99, and the subject was out in seconds. Secondly, The Doctor took out a vial a clear, blueish solution, and then put it into a syringe. Shortly after that, a green one, and then after that, a red one. In that order, the Doctor injected them into the subject, and the following task after that was just to wait. In all honestly, Splain wanted to leave the room, as much as he liked to admire the subject, it was too dangerous had he mutated into something uncontrollable. Thats where he needed Ivan. "This one is all ready Ivan, I sink we should take a little drive, yaaaa"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 19, 2011 21:35:52 GMT -5
Ivan squinted, unsures as to why the Doctor didn't want to stay to see if his experiment worked. "Sure Doctor, where would we be going." Ivan said to Splain while closing the large iron door that led to the lab. Many of the doors were hard for normal people to open and closed but Ivan did the task with ease.
Ivan loaded up into an old car with the doctor after shutting the iron door that lead to the warehouse, locking his men inside. The car's engine roared to life and the radio turned on. Exclaimations of the attack on the police station and the escaped criminals rang over the radio. Ivan half grinned as he turned down the volume so he could talk to the Doctor.
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Post by Winters on Aug 20, 2011 3:40:21 GMT -5
Getting away from the lab after he had performed his operation was the most convincing part of the act. Since he didnt really feel the need to flee the scene of the crime, The Doctor knew that just getting some air would do him well. The subject wouldnt show any signs of mutation until at least six hours after initial exposure, and their prisoners did need to eat in order to maintain their health before stepping foot into his lab. "Vee just need to pick up a few tings, and I had not even had my afternoon snack, Ivan. What ever are we to do without zee proper schedueling?" As the doors opened up, Splain had taken off his blood covered robe, and then eyes the other prisoners while he past by. He could tell just be looking at them which one he was going to be operating on next, and which ones were going to become fresh meat for the dogs.
As they got into the older looking car, The Doctor turned on the ignition, which started up the radio. Within a moment, he was pulling out of the warehouse grounds near the police station, and singing to himself while the broadcast had, looking up at Ivan ever so often just to see the look on his face. "Vell Ivan, it looks as if everysing is coming into plan, ya? I feel ze need to reward myself for my efforts, our efforts. Ze theater isnt open today, but I know of a place where we can get our hands on some random assortment, for a bargain price, ya? Ze flea market! Oh goodie!"
[Doctor Splain and Ivan are now at the Arkonaplatz] [You make a post there, bud.]
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