Jace stood there in the armory just staring at the weapons all around, reality starting to kick in a little more. Two months back.. Or was it three? I've lost count.. Anyways. Two months ago, I was dragged away from my happy little business by these suits. Taken here to this facility, no clue why. Then.. All of a sudden something happens and now there are infected everywhere. Who threw the bio-grenade? Which country started it? What technology was used? Maybe.. Maybe if I can find this technology, I could reverse-engineer it, create the anti-virus and sell it off to whatever government gives the highest bid. Though, I'm gunna need that doctor. She'll know more about viruses than me, all I can do is give her the technology to create the anti-virus. Shit, what am I thinking? I should be getting out of here first! For once, I need to stop being so greedy... Money may be power, but power is useless if you're stuck in a god-forsaken facility surrounded by infected!
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps enter through the doorway to the armory as Cateline and some man entered the room. Getting a good look at the man, Jace profiled him. He seems like a spazmatic type.. Looks a little twitchy. Is he drugged? Huh.. Doesn't seem all too athletic, so going by assumption to the fact that any muscle-head here is connected with the military.. This guy is tech.
Jace watched as Cateline took out one of her bug-bots that she had used to collect DNA samples earlier and listened in to the small metallic voice that came from the bot. "Virus identified. Types/sub categories, 4 types. Based on blood type. Senses strengthened on transformation, or rising. Depending once again on blood type. Antibody A strongest against virus, then Antibody B. Nerves for pain are dulled and killed. Virus antigen copied." Jace folded his arms, and turned a little away so his face was hidden from the two. Four types of Infected, all depending on blood types.. Given that blood can vary quite a bit, it's amazing there are only four groups. Now.. The real question is.. Does it evolve?
Jace turned around just in time to see Cateline re-enter the armory with a tight suit that easily showed off her curves, and glasses that made her look professional. Though, Jace smirked and didn't believe the outside change for a second. He knew, from the small amount of time he's known this woman, that she wasn't a single bit professional.
"So what's the mob like?" He heard Cateline ask the sitting man in the room. Huh? He's Mob? I can hardly even believe that. No mob is going to let a rag-tag Tech into their masses. He doesn't even look like he can shoot a gun, let alone a fucking shotgun.
"Mob? You're part of the mob?" Jace said as he walked over to the two, "You don't exactly look like... The killing type. Wouldn't you agree?"