"God, this place is a mess..." The British operator mumbled to no one in particular. Equipment, furniture, and what looked like feathers were strewn about as if a tornado had torn through.

But that was besides the point. Get in, destroy the asset, and get out. Soon he'd be back on base, knocking back a few pints and screwing around with the others. The thought of alcohol warmed him a bit as he walked into what looked like a living area, holding his rifle up and at the ready cautiously.

What a weird lab... Did they do human experiments? He clicked on his flashlight, listening carefully. No one was home, as expected. He walked further into the room, carefully scanning the equipment and living spaces, a pit forming in his stomach. What did they do here? How many people had been harmed in the name of "science"? Claw marks and feathers littered the floor more and more, as if a flock of birds lived here. Or one really big bird.

He was about to turn back when he abruptly heard the rustling of wings. Nothing was in front of him, but when he tilted his light up, he saw something that made his jaw drop.

"What the fuck?" He breathed, frozen.