The test had gone perfectly. Pilot was praised as being the best idea since sliced bread, which he secretly enjoyed, despite his blank expression. After it had been completed, he was given his first meal in the last couple weeks. It was mostly protein: half cooked meat, vitamin pills, and a glass of milk. When he'd finished, he was taken to the showers to wash himself up, taken to the barber to get a hair -because God forbid if the trained wolf monster looked scruffy-, and then put back to sleep. 

He was awoken the next morning. Pilot opened his eyes, groggy, and looked up at the scrawny science man looming over him. Why had they put him to sleep just to wake him up the next day? He sat up, seeing that Goode wasn't in the room. One of the men came forward to give him his mission while others prepped him.

Put on shirt.

"Someone broke into the lab yesterday."

Put on pants.

"Nothing went missing, but lab 22 was disturbed."

Open mouth, drink electrolytes and protein.

"The security cameras didn't capture the break in. We fear this may have been a professional job."

Hold out arm for blood samples. 

"However, there was a school field trip that came through here yesterday."

Hold out both arms for upper body armor to be strapped on. 

"It's not likely, but that's where we want you to start; it's the only lead we have."

Hold legs apart for lower body armor to be strapped on. 

"Search the campus for any sign of the virus, and report to us your findings." 

Arrange for heavy gun number one. ...Where was heavy gun number one?

"You won't need your typical arsenal; this is a scout mission only. You will have your combat knife and a hand gun in case something goes wrong." 

A large, loose button up shirt was pulled onto him over the armor, giving him a rather large and tubby look. 

"This is an undercover mission, something that you are not unfamiliar with. No shifting, no commotion. Just get in and get out with what you find." 

Pilot nodded, and then was sent out.