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All Iden could do was watch, and wait. It was all in his head, he kept telling himself. It was all in his head. Stoicism. That was the key; he had to remain stoic. The alternative was to deny them their specimen...and that wouldn't work. He was missing, Roan was missing. Somebody had to notice; he knew Corbin could catch on. Yoh, perhaps, or Daegonna. He even kept hope in Javos and Alyna, even if it was slim. SOMEONE would come. He clung to that, and remained silent when at all possible. Other than that, it was just a matter of enduring; the virus was destroying his body about as fast as it was being knit back together. With the parasite making it worse...he was going to fall apart. It was inevitable; his physical form could not last indefinitely.

The only luxury of thought he could allow himself was to question how he had been so blind. He had been waging a personal war not even a mile from here...he had been on the facility's doorstep with a platoon of armed and trained soldiers. Yet still...it was mind boggling. Worse, it was failure on his part.

It was not welcome news. Iden could have held on without having to know...it left him even more depressed. It was why the others hadn't come yet, no doubt; they had to be deal with the bigger picture. They would still show up. They had to. He could cling to his sense of self, so long as they came in the end. And so long as he had that hope, he would not give the butchers a damned thing; no words, no deeds....nothing.

He appeared quietly in an empty corridor of level 9, Taking his time he walked leisurely through the complex, phasing through walls just before guards would see him, hiding from camera's and sensors as it were an art form perfected over thousands of years.

Silently he would stick his head into rooms, looking over laid open books and notes. Slowly he would piece together what this place was. Some kind of lawless experimental facility, in his opinion.

'but what to do about it' he would ask himself, already knowing the answer.

Ducking around a corner before being seen he made his was up a few of the levels, checking out the work on each one.

'I suppose I should make SOME ruckus' he thought to himself as he grinned.

Stepping infront of one of the cameras he smiled up at it, and flashed a peace sign before fading away into nothing.

'That should give the operators something to talk about' he mumbled as he walked around the major facility, invisible to everything as only a pair of very faded eyes could be seen if someone were to look with the right tools.

Walking up behind one of the men on the 5th level, he read over his notes.

"Nice toys you have there..." he would say out loud as he showed himself.

A decent sized man about 6 feet tall weighing maybe 190lbs.
He wore an over sized trench coat and a black hat. He looked as if out of an old d**k Tracy movie or the like.

"Can you tell me where to find this... Bane... everyone is writing about?"

He would simply look at the man and cocked his head.

'odd race these beings are...' he would think to himself.

Turning to the stairs he would put his hands behind his head as he walked, looking around at the different objects.

Several flights later he would arrive at floor seven, phasing through the door to look around.

He would note the nearest scientist and turn invisible once again. The trick worked once, what's the harm in doing it again? Walking up behind the man he would ask.

"Where is this Bane I keep hearing about?"

If the scientist cared to turn around there would be a pair of red glowing eyes floating in the air.

He would shrug, not that anyone could see it, before turning visible to everyone. The same figure as before, Dark black Trench Coat with hat. His face was unremarkable, while having red irises.

"So you are Bane then?"

He would slowly walk closer, he could tell this man was a heavy thinker and quite possibly a challenge for his own intellect.

He tilted his head and stepped forward running his fingertips over the machinery hooked up to this man.

"I don't have a name you would recognize in this day and age... but if you must call me something, call me six."

He slowly steps in front of the man looking him over.

"What are you trying to do here anyway?"

"I lost the rights to do that thousands of years ago..."

He said absently as he was interested by how the machines hooked up to him. Tilting his head he slowly pieced it together.

"So... a virus of that type... I've seen something like this before. I hope it works out better for you then it did back then."

He thought for a moment. What COULD he do here anyway?

"If it is alright, I'd like to go over your work in this facility."

thinking before talking again...

"I'd like permission to have full access. I can't help or hinder but I'd like to see what you are doing here in depth."

At least he could keep a living record of what occurred here should anything happen to it. Knowledge was always lost, and knowledge is power... that is what makes people so dangerous.