Scott Summers brushes his long, brown hair out of his face as he looks around the laboratory. Seeing no sign of anyone other than prisoners, he selects a few. Several of them reach out, hoping to be saved.

"Not this time," he tells some of them. "Soon. I promise."

He unlocks three of the cages and points them toward the exit.

"The cameras will be down for ten minutes. You'll have to run. Hurry. Go!"