tigereyes
Junior Member
Dr. Greis seethed at the treatment he just received, this after years of work for Seth's program. He'd devoted the best years of his career to fighting the mutant cause, hell bent on eradicating the world of them, so much so that he'd failed to question the flaws in the movement's leaders. Was a totalitarian like Seth worth standing behind, devoting his genius to? Why did he always subordinate himself to others when he was always the smartest man in the room?
He walked down the hallway to his office, laptop and cases of serum in tow, mumbling. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him until they were within 10 yards away. He saw two of Seth's personal security closing in, and began to run, before quickly being pinned down. The smaller of the two grabbed the laptop and cases from the floor, before opening the nearest, and inspecting the contents. Dr. Greis had been preparing the cocktail of chemicals for a young mutant they targeted in the raid. With horror he watched as the guard filled a syringe and laughed, telling him to "Just hold still. This will only hurt for a second. Or a lifetime." then jabbing it into the back of his thigh.
He walked down the hallway to his office, laptop and cases of serum in tow, mumbling. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him until they were within 10 yards away. He saw two of Seth's personal security closing in, and began to run, before quickly being pinned down. The smaller of the two grabbed the laptop and cases from the floor, before opening the nearest, and inspecting the contents. Dr. Greis had been preparing the cocktail of chemicals for a young mutant they targeted in the raid. With horror he watched as the guard filled a syringe and laughed, telling him to "Just hold still. This will only hurt for a second. Or a lifetime." then jabbing it into the back of his thigh.