((You were being held by a mafia as a geneticist to create bio-weapons)) You were pacing. You've never had any results thus far, and you were going to have a "visitor" to monitor progress today. A burley armed man walks into the room, holding a cord tying a woman's hand's together. The man pulled her into the room. "If not experiment..." He gestured towards the woman, his English broken, and thickly accented. "Then she die." The man pulled the trembling woman closer and takes out a gun. "Now."