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The werefox frowned unhappily at his unsuccessful attack. He had thought the swords would work from a different angle... he shrugged. Oh, well.

With a broad grin, he bounded over to Cassandra. "I'm fine! Man, we really didn't do much at all, did we? You Outlander people rock!" He took off a claw so he could fist-bump Yarah, but swiftly learned that such a thing had virtually no chance of working.

"Let's see what's up! They're this way; follow!" He sniffed at the air a few times, catching any residual scent he could, and started making his way down the hall, doubling back behind Tanto every dozen yards or so to make sure the demon knew he was still in the lead. On one of this trips, he stopped for longer than usual and looked up at the creature with gleaming, adoring eyes. "Gosh, you people are quiet. Y'ever do stuff? Like go drinking?"

"Narcotic? Booze is a straight-up depressant, come on!" As before, he sniffed his way around the two doors. His nose caught a whiff of something unpleasant from the labeled one and he screwed up his face, with his back turned to the others. "Probably booby-trapped like the last one." He backed away. In the past, Tanto had exercised little caution for himself or his compatriots.

The door swung open and a strong smell hit them - all of them. Inside, rows of humans, as well as what appeared to be a couple of werebeasts and a vampire with its jaw forced open by a clamp, were hooked up to machines and wall sockets.

A cursory glance showed that they were all alive, some by slimmer margins than others. They were mostly naked, completely shaved, and had 3-digit numbered tattooed onto their right arms.

A door at the other end of the room opened. A man in a white labcoat was inspecting a clipboard, oblivious to the stunned-silent intruders until he quite literally walked into Isaac. He reached for a radio, which Cassandra shot off his belt quite handily.

His face blanched. "Who... who are you?"

"I work here! What are you doing here!? This batch of subjects is very sensitive!" the man protested. "If this batch doesn't receive the dosage they need within five minutes, they'll all go into second-type degeneration, which we still can't fix!" he continued, waving the clipboard (and the papers written in arcane lettering nobody else understood) at them.

The man in the coat walked to a machine on the wall, flicked several switches, turned a dial, and pressed a button. A thin whirring noise came from the walls. Fluid began running through tubes into the bodies. Yarah informed them that they didn't seem to have any problems he could sense as able to be healed."

"In order," the man replied, wincing at the grip, "These volunteer subjects are being treated for negative reactions to infusions of power from His Greatness, we're in Akai Ryu base three, and if these subjects aren't treated they'll die, and that would be wasteful. If we treat them they can at least serve the Cause with the limited abilities they'll have gained."

"It is forbidden to speak of Him to those not of Akai Ryu, but we are his followARGH!" A loud crack from his shoulder. "Please! I cannot speak of Him to you! To do so would invite His anger!"