Heavy boots through empty hall.  Florescent lights flicker harshly above the vacant maze of passages leading to different areas of the Gentek facility.  Anyone who didn’t know this place would surely get lost, or found quickly by the scientists, or BlackWatch soldiers that appear walking down the long paths.  Sound proof glass and thick walls drown out the chilling screams of experiments, or the outcry of monsters imprisoned and tortured relentlessly.  What transpires in a place like this was unspeakable...
Yet none left with their heads hung low.  They all go home at night without a single regret, funded, and content with the work they do regardless of the suffering it causes.  Those in the know; those who understood the depths of their deeds, were the sickest of them all.  There may be some among them who weren’t entirely aware, but not likely.
A white lab coat adorned the elderly man’s form with thick glasses set upon his nose and squinted eyes complimenting his receding crown of white, fluffed up hair.  He browsed the doors as leisurely as any other with no real destination in mind as he went along, sliding windows open on thick, steel doors to peer inside at what might be held captive inside.
Most were people too far gone - too tortured, experimented on, and god knows what else had been subjected upon them since their arrival to this place.  Different strains of redlight, antiviral experimentation, or entertainment with remnants splayed about from a few Walkers, or a single Hunter thrown into the mix to dispose of a lost cause.  Not the most humane form of euthanasia, but they felt it was effective enough.
The doctor itched at his droopy earlobe and hummed a merry tune as he closed the window and carried on to the next room. Â The last among the rows of those imprisoned within the Gentek building, set aside for specific purposes and possibly prepared to be shipped to larger facilities outside of Manhattan. Â In truth, he expected this one to be alike the others - a mutilated body dead or dying, experimented on, broken, and a specimen not worth bothering with.
What he found as he slid the window open however -
He set those squinted eyes on a young woman who had been beaten terribly, tortured in ways he was quite familiar with, and able to identify as a means to gather information.  She looked like she could have had some pretty cruel things done to her, and the doctor wouldn’t have doubted it given BlackWatch’s reputation.  However she also looked like she had fight in her.. A lot of fight, and by the extent of her injuries, it didn’t seem the soldiers were able to pry a lot from her before she passed out.
But what struck him was a memory... Not his memory, but someone else’s.. She was an Assassin.. How it was she was captured, and why Gentek had taken interest in her, was up in the air.  The Animus experiment could have played a role, but he would have to investigate further to know for certain what her fate would be ---
As he lifts his hand, and sets it in the scanner to unlock the door. Â With a click-hiss, the heavy steel door would open allowing him to step inside. Â Calm strides brought the elderly man closer towards the unconscious woman where he knelt down, and carefully checked her vitals to measure her chance of survival, and worth.
Getting her out would be the tricky part.. But he knew he could do it.  It was extremely risky to her, however.  Inject her with Tetrodotoxin which he was certain was available within the facility, and have her removed in a body bag.. But given her condition..  and the risk it brings with it especially if she’s too weak ---
It was certainly better than the alternative.
With application, and hiding the syringe in his coat, the doctor came out making a bit of a fuss to the BlackWatch soldiers about their mistreatment and her spoilage and how she was now useless to his experiments.  He went on to order them to have her sent to another location immediately for an autopsy and harvesting for further testing.  Luckily for him, the soldier was relatively new and got things in motion rather quickly.
An easy hijack enroute....Â
And Lydia was promptly within -- Alex’ possession.
A hole in the wall - so to speak.  An abandoned apartment filled with letters pinned to the wall, a computer, and various other worn down things scattered about it.  Alex sat in the computer chair across the room from the couch he had set Lydia on after mending her wounds.  Dana, his sister, was absent from the city for the time being so he had the place to himself conveniently.  No immediate risk to her, and if Lydia proved problematic he’d simply kill, or consume her.
Now for the waiting game... Will she wake from the drug? Â Or will it be too much, paralyze her diaphragm and suffocate her?
