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[right][b]Gamma Base, Secret Location. 0000HRS Local Time[/b]
[sub]Days since last reversion: 3[/sub][/right]

Ross stood in his office looking at his computer screen, a video of Hulk was running on a live feed. He smiled slightly looking at the feed, he finally had him. In the video Sterns approached his captive, why Luthor had gotten rid of such a valuable asset he would never know. He had worked with Emil Blonsky and proven that the design of the Hulk could be improved on, while Blonskys sanity was in question there was no doubt that he retained his intelligence, and his training, while gaining all the strengths of the Hulk. If only they could replicate it, he could have an army of soldiers capable of going toe to toe with any of Luthors Justice League if they decided to act against the American Government. Not only that but Luthor wasn't the only one gathering heroes and fighting villains. There was Superman and his cronies. 

That reminded him, he still had to contact Luthor. He may have the Hulk captive but the Pentagon still expected his unit to work against irregular threats. He switched the video just as he watched Sterns stick a needle through the Hulks skin. That was all the adamantium he had at his disposal, he knew there was more of it but it was currently being diverted elsewhere and even he couldn't get through the red tape. He picked up his phone. "Put me through to Luthor."

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Sterns walked out of the holding room, the vial of blood he placed in the fridge. This was the sample they heard about, the one that was for his own use he had taken while he had the opportunity to have the cameras deactivated. He'd work on it later, it wasn't easy to lose the military but when he put his mind to it he could finally complete his own experiments. Until then he was stuck being a lap dog for Ross, but if that's the way things had to be in order to further his own agenda sometimes sacrifices had to be made. Walking out of the lab he walked down the corridor, military staff walked past, completely ignoring him. He was a nobody in their eyes, just a guy that Ross brought in to poke the Hulk like a pin cushion.

They'd all look differently to him soon, they'd follow him to the ends of the Earth.

Holding up his ID to a couple of armed guards he walked into another holding cell, this one was different. It was more open and the subject was no longer restrained. Though the door was strong enough that if the subject tried to break out the chamber would fill with knockout gas before it could be knocked off it's hinges. Walking in he looked up from his tablet and spoke. [color=fff200]"So Mr.Blonsky, how are you feeling today? Are you willing to comply?"[/color]