Her file was bleak. She was infected with Originium. Her organs had somehow adapted to increased particle concentration in her blood, even showing signs of thriving, aiding this maniacal woman. All she wanted to do was fight. She didn't care about the number, or the size of the foe, she would throw down with just about anyone, given the chance.

She was a tough one to capture. She knew we were going to capture her. She was elusive. Dangerously so. She was cunning. She was smart. And she was brutal. Thankfully none of the retrieval team was killed, but many of them suffered deep lacerations and bite wounds. But eventually, after around 500mg of the most intense sedative on hand, she was able to be sedated and transported.

That now brings us to the present. Your gaze skipped over the file, refamiliarizing yourself with the abysmal file and the realization of just how much this was going to suck.

The truck stopped at the unloading bay, two armed soldiers pointing rifles at the door as two more cautiously approached the door. The door swung open, and the two soldiers rushed in. There was a small struggle, but the sedated woman was too weak to put up much more than a small tantrum of resistance.

The two guards held one arm each, pushing and pulling her towards the room just in front of your observation room. She was pushed to the ground, her hands still bound by tight cuffs, a metal collar around her neck, that extended up around her mouth, effectively muzzling her. Regardless of the muzzle, she was still vocal in her curses and shouts of rage.

"You motherfuckers! I'll rip your goddamn throat out and shove it up your fucking ass!"

She shouted at the door as it slammed shut, suddenly leaving her alone. She was panting, obviously still worked up and enraged, but this was your job.

So do your damn job.