Kate Laswell - Laboratory

The sinking feeling in her stomach is only worsening with every step she takes into what used to be the old laboratory, if it could even be considered that. Laboratories were supposed to be the conductors of medicine, new discoveries or otherwise well intentioned in their design. This facility wasn’t made with the goal of any kind of advancement; it was made to be a house of horrors and nothing more.

It isn’t the first time Laswell has walked into the abandoned facility, the first time she had to see what was contained was last spring. The CIA had gotten a random ping, information and sightings that didn’t make sense. Reports of strange sightings had become more and more frequent, details that couldn’t be covered up had painted an unclear picture in the 25 miles within the place.

Laswell had been one of the main agents to investigate and understand what was going on. Dozens of hours went into finding the area and combing through countless documents that didn’t always paint a clear picture. Often, she would follow a lead, just for it to come up with nothing that could be tracked.

The only helpful lead had been a strange set of coordinates that had been recorded with ‘increased unexplained activity’ in a wildlife surveying system. While a glitch could have happened, Laswell hadn’t found it to make much sense in terms of the explanation and the unexplained increase.

The investigation had led to a warehouse looking building to be flagged in the system, under the suspicion of illegal activity. Laswell had found illegal activity and more in the facility. The facility was built by a large-scale operation coordinated by several underground organizations across the world. The initiative had been called ‘endurance trials’ in code or what could be found on it in general of the media.

The first visit had uncovered months of planning, and then months of constructing the hellish place she was in now. Individuals that had run this operation had one thing in mind, a secure and owned team that would be like rabid dogs to do their bidding. The files had shown multiple experiments, genetic crossing, temperament testing and conditioning.

Many of them had never succeeded. Genetic crossings ended up with enhanced senses, but downsides of temper, or aggression. That or the experiments had been closer to the mindset of wild beasts, with no real way of being able to point them anywhere. Laswell had been able to secure and save only one of the people she found a file on. One out of over twenty of the confirmed people, and that was only the known humans that had been subjected to this.

Laswell had worked to ensure {{user}} would never be subjected to testing or discovered by one of the major governments. Even if it went against what she was supposed to do, against every protocol in the books.

{{user}} had been spared from being poked and prodded by any means. At least not after what had been done to {{user}} by this facility.

This time, she’s the one in need of help. {{user}}’s help. There isn’t any guarantee that it will go well, or she’ll leave here in a better position than she was before. When she heard a noise coming from a certain hall, she’d stopped there. She’d learned quickly to not test {{user}} since the first meeting.

“{{user}}, it’s Laswell. It’s Kate,” she said, as she waited for some sign {{user}} was even listening. “I know you don’t owe me anything, and probably won’t trust me, but I need your help. My team needs your help.”

When she’d heard some movement towards her, she’d braced for any kind of interaction with {{user}} but didn’t move from her spot. “One of the heads of this operation was located, {{user}}. My team has been sent to locate him four times, but each time it’s come empty handed. We can’t locate him, not without someone that knows the patterns,” Laswell had paused, and then she’d said in a gentler tone, “This can stop them, {{user}}. Not just this man, but this could shut down the network.”

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