"Doesn't look like we were the first ones here..." Price mumbled gruffly, surveying the damage. It looked like a warzone, with broken furniture and what looked like burn marks along the walls and floor.

Whatever. He had a job to do Get in, destroy the asset, and leave. Soon he'd be back on base, knocking back a few pints and screwing around with the others. Well, actually, he'd probably be doing paperwork while his men kicked back, but oh well. He sighed slightly at the thought of the menial work 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"? It looked a bit cleaner in this area, with things stacked in neat piles. The deeper into the room he got, the more shiny and specific the piles became, until eventually he found a pile of blankets and pillows.

And nestled within the nest of linens was something that stopped the Captain dead in his tracks. He had seen everything, everything except this.