Biohazard Remake - Chapter Six
#7 of Biohazard Remake
David makes his way to the top floor, Dissolution in hand. But will it even work on an Alpha?
Biohazard: San Marcos
Chapter Six: Missions
Paul pulls open the useless door to his Alpha's office, the electronic lock no longer working after Chris's actions in the basement. He growls softly as he presses his hand to the white tiger's back, shoving the smaller male forward at the same time as he retracts his tentacles to send Chris sprawling and sliding across the marble floor of the office. Chris growls in irritation, eying a puddle of infected cum on the ground that he had almost slid into, scrabbling back on his legs before he hurries up onto his feet, looking around.
Erick sits behind his desk, eyes coolly regarding the white tiger. Paul stands guard by the door, occasionally glancing back through it to see if David or Greg followed them. Once he's sure they haven't, he growls at Chris, "I've brought you one of the nonbelievers, my Lord." The lion finally lifts his gaze from the white tiger, standing to his feet as he starts to make his way around the desk, dick swaying threateningly before him as he does. "And your love?" Paul glances away, brow furrowing as he mutters, "He's just confused. I know I can get him to accept this when this asshole isn't there to turn him against me." The lion smiles reassuringly towards the giraffe, purring quietly, "We know he will. But this one..." Any kindness in the lion's voice quickly fades with those last two words, looking sternly at Chris. "You betrayed us. Led around the other traitor. Sought to cease our divine gift to the world..." Chris reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his handgun, aiming it at Erick with his teeth clenched. Paul almost steps in to intervene, but Erick raises a hand to stop him, glaring pure contempt at the white tiger. "And even now, you face us with malice in your heart instead of acceptance! You are truly blind to the glory of what we offer this world!" the Alpha snarls, his fists clenching to display those obscene triceps and biceps, flared out to fight for space against the muscles of torso. "It is you who will decide your fate. One singular gift we shall grant y--"
Chris finally tires of hearing the Alpha, also uncaring for how the lion kept drifting closer with careful step after careful step. The trigger is pulled three times on his gun, watching black tar spray from the chest, the lion's forehead, and the lion's left eye, causing the lion to stagger, then drop to one knee. Paul growls viciously and starts to step forward, but Chris levels the gun towards him instead, backing up a bit. "Don't make me kill you, P..." That's when they both hear it, the laughter coming from the slowly shaking lion's body. The lion raises his gaze, black oozing out of his ruined eye socket as he grins towards the white tiger. "You foolish heathen," he purrs, almost seeming to enjoy the pain as he slowly rises to his feet. He slowly raises his arms, spreading his legs as he concentrates, panting in excitement as his dick starts drooling precum. Every muscle on his body is rigid and swollen as he calls on his viral strength, golden yellow eye and unsettlingly pleased grin focused entirely on the white tiger. "You can't kill a god." A cadre of tentacles rip out of his back, forming what looks like the skeletal frame of two featherless wings behind him. Chris steps back, gaping a bit at the sight before he aims his gun again. One of the tentacles swiftly lash out, grabbing the white tiger's wrist and breaking it with just one simple jerk, causing Chris to snarl out in pain and drop his gun. He tries to yank back from the tentacle, but it was like his wrist was sunk into cement that had hardened, the lion chuckling as he pulls the smaller feline swiftly towards him. The world is almost a blur from the motion until it just halts with the tiger staring into that ruined eye, gulping in horror as the black starts to twist, solidify, and reform into a black-tarred version of the eye the lion had lost. One blink, and then both yellow eyes are back, staring into the tiger's panicking ones. "Now you have to be punished," he murmurs to the tiger, before Chris's world blurs once again. The tentacle hurls the white tiger out one of the windows, glass ripping up and getting lodged into his body, the world coming back into focus to have him staring down at least twenty floors to the city below, slowly losing momentum before he starts plummetting towards the ground.
But then he halts, a tentacle actually having chased him outside of the broken window and catching him in mid air, wincing as it wraps around one of the cuts on his waist. Then it hurls him back towards the office, snarling as he smashes through an unbroken window to get even further injuries. The tiger rolls across the floor as he re-enters the office, his blood leaving a smeared trail across the marble until he smashes into the wall, groaning out in pain as he can only lay limp on the floor. Erick moans gently as the tentacles retract into his body, slowly moving over to where his foe lay broken and bloodied on the ground. "Now, then, as I was saying," the lion purrs, slowly resting his cock on top of the white tiger's body, the smaller male grunting and struggling with the weight of the member as it actually pins him in place. "The gift of your choosing. You can beg for forgiveness, and we will grant it. We are not unmerciful, though you would be merely an Omega in our flock. You deserve no higher." He then flexes his cock, Chris letting out a whimper of pain as it compresses him against the floor, some of the broken glass digging deeper into his flesh. "Or you can bleed out in this room, and be disposed of like the unworthy trash you've been demonstrating yourself to be thus far." The lion throbs his cock again over the tiger's back, that calm, pleasant smile on his face once more. "What shall it be?"
David carefully steps out of the stairwell onto the executive floor after a pair of Betas went by and around the corner, moving carefully through the building. Most likely patrolling for me, he thinks, unsure exactly where he was supposed to go. He slowly and carefully moves through the hallways, hiding in empty offices when footsteps approach. After a bit of cautious exploration, he saw the door leading to the Alpha's quarters, suspiciously unguarded by any Betas. Definitely a trap...But what else could he do? Paul was in there. So was this "Alpha" or whatever. David pulls his handgun out from the back of his waistband, exhaling slowly to steel his nerves. Then he quickly moves across the hall and into the smaller hallway leading into the office. "What shall it be?" asks the deepest, smoothest voice he'd ever heard. "I..." he hears Chris start to mutter, before coughing up some blood. That's when David rounds the corner and aims the gun towards Erick. "Back away from him!" he snarls, causing the lion's yellow eyes to cast from the white tiger to the more traditionally colored one. "Is this him?" the staggeringly huge lion purrs to someone else in the room, David suddenly grabbed from behind by Paul. "Yeah, this is him. This is my confused little tiger," Paul replies, grinning as he squeezes firmly on the tiger's wrists. "Come on, baby. Drop it," the giraffe teases, the tiger grunting softly before he lets the gun go with a clatter of metal as it bounces away from him. Paul grins, slowly grinding his cock up against the long of David's back, precum splattering out to mat down David's hair and make it sticky. "Atta boy," Paul purrs at David, starting to move the man in his grip towards his Alpha. Erick stands, leaving Chris to pant out in a bit of relief as the weight of the lion's cock was off his back. "We can already smell it on him," Erick moans, grinning at David as he steps over to meet the two approaching him. "He is turned on by the sight of our body, and the feel of your own, my convert." Chris weakly stares at David, growling in irritation as he sees the tiger's ears turn red with the announcement. For all the years David had lusted after the bodies he made with his standard roids, this virus had turned Erick into one that would put them all to shame. In spite of himself, David was aroused, and unable to stop from staring and gently grinding himself back against the giraffe's cock as it throbbed along his back. Paul chuckles and runs his fingers through David's hair, slicking it back with the pre already in it so nothing obscures his vision of the Alpha. "That's my David. Uncontrollable muscle slut," Paul said, sounding proud of that fact for the first time ever.
Erick finally moves close enough to draw one finger underneath David's chin, tilting the softly panting male's muzzle up so that the two could stare into each other's eyes. "We owe you a debt of gratitude, David. All of this wouldn't be possible if you hadn't help build our flock days ago." The lion adjusts himself until the tiger is trapped between both massive men's dicks, throbbing eagerly against the man who was achingly hard for the both of them. David's eyes closed, breathing heavily, feeling almost dizzy with the smells and sensations his body was being exposed to. "There's no reason to fight this any longer," the lion purrs, crouching to slide his cock down the front of the tiger's body until just the tip was presented before his muzzle, just far enough away that the tiger would have to willingly reach for it of his own volition to be touched by it. "We can tell, just by your response to our body, that you have struggled with your desire for our flock, and fought long and hard to get here," the lion says, smiling to reassure the tiger he was not wrong for lusting after him. "It was never because you hated the gifts we brought to this city, was it? You just got burdened by an old morality that no longer applies and felt such cumbersome self-doubt." The lion's finger slowly strokes along the small tiger's cheek. "You even got swept up by those non-believers, dragged into their ridiculous insurrection. But now you can be with us: Your Alpha, and your love. You've earned your place."
Chris growls out, "Don't you fucking dare, David," before hacking up some blood. His eyes watch as Paul relaxes his arms around David, letting the tiger free. Yet David did nothing but stare at the cock before him, audibly panting as he slowly reaches his hands forward to rest them on the lion's titanic cock. Dammit! Chris thinks to himself, growling a bit as he can do nothing but stare due to his injuries. Paul purrs into David's ears as the tiger watches that infected fluid drool out of the Alpha's cock, "Come on, man. We did some pretty shitty things to get here, but now we're here. And our Master? He forgives us. He wants us together! Come on, man...Make it right with him." David whimpers in need before he finally says, "Yeah...I plan on it." Then his hands lower along the lion's shaft, stroking it downwards. The lion grins, looking to Paul as he purrs, "Let's welcome our newest convert into the fold. You should be with us as we bless him with our gifts."
But, when David's hands are low enough on the lion's cock, they speed off and into his pants pockets, pulling out two syringes. The tiger's thumbs pop off the caps as Erick's eyes turn downwards just in time to see him lunge one hand upward with one needle right into a black vein on Erick's cock, then spin with the other to jam it down into Paul's foot, both men snarling in pain and anger. "You ungrateful little slut!" Erick snarls, smacking the tiger away with his hand to send David smashing into the desk. He reaches down and rips out the empty syringe from his cock, seeing a few traces of the blue fluid still inside mixing with his black blood. "D-Dissolution?! N-No!" he stammers, unable to believe it. Chris perks up at hearing that, struggling now to get back onto his feet as Paul sags to his knees, panting softly as the blackened veins start to recede from his flesh, the antivirus sapping all his strength as it eliminates the virus in his blood and bodily fluids. There might still be a chance after all, the white tiger realizes.
David gets to his feet, rushing over to Chris's side to help him stand as he watches Erick turn to face them, teeth bared in such hatred for the smaller tiger. "You...I smelled your arousal!" the Alpha hisses, actually dropping the royal tone with which he addresses himself in his panicked state. "You wanted me! You wanted this!" He shakes his dick at the tiger, a few traces of infected cum still splashing out onto the marble. The lion actually backs up as David starts to walk forward with Chris's arm draped over him, the larger tiger unable to stand without the smaller one's help, stumbling back into the double doors that lead to his private chambers. Paul finally starts to get his senses back, his ears twitching as he stares towards the two tigers slowly making their way to him. The giraffe grins weakly at David as he stands up to try and help him shoulder the burden of Chris. When Paul has Chris in his hands, David straightens up a bit, staring towards Erick. "You're right, I did want it. There's no denying you're sexy as fuck, Alpha or whoever the fuck you are." But then he turns to face Paul, smiling at him. "But this guy is all the muscle stud I need." Damn straight, Paul thinks to himself, grinning broadly before he finally dips in to kiss David upon the lips, the tiger purring deeply as he kisses back.
"This isn't over..." The three hear, interrupting the two's kiss as they turn their gaze to stare at the Alpha, panting in exertion as he still steps backwards. But there's no further place for him to move, snarling as he falls backward into the pool of cum his Betas had provided for him. His eyes narrow as the fluid starts to cover his body, rearing his head and roaring with a tremendous force, the two tigers and giraffe covering their ears as the sound vibrates the air around them, shattering every window on the executive floor and many floors below from the power behind the noise. David watches as Paul grunts during the roar, his cock throbbing eagerly and spraying out a burst of now uninfected pre, the noise finally ceasing as the lion's maw and body sinks below the cum in his pool, leaving only his titanic erection towering up from under the tainted fluids. Paul pants quietly as he looks towards David, who was staring at the giraffe's even bigger body and bigger dick, the latter of which was throbbing eagerly and drooling clear, uninfected pre. "Guess I'm still a bit worked up from before," Paul says, grinning suggestively at David, who couldn't help but grin back, despite the blush in his ears. Chris is far more focused, however, growling out, "Save it for later. There's no way the Betas didn't hear that," the announcement bringing the other two back to attention. "The desk," mutters the white tiger. "Let's get back there and hide," wincing as the two comply with the suggestion and help the injured man back there as they start to hear the infected approach the office.
That roar echoed for miles around the Almae Biologistics building, covering most of the town. Near a destroyed building, two muscled Omegas, a coyote and a goth raccoon perk up, their cocks throbbing at the noise and spilling infected pre. Inside an apartment building, many infected, including a doberman and a leopard, all came to alert when the roar was heard, snarling in pleasure as their dicks throbbed with need, starting to rush out of their nest. A hyena and a golden retriever shudder when the noise reaches their ears, separating from fucking an Omega wolf to vacate the ruined gym and charge towards the Almae Biologistics building, as every other infected in the city did. Inside the Almae building, even Gregory feels his cock throb back to life at hearing the noise, despite having climaxed moments earlier, eyes rolling back in his head with a moan. "Shit." He got to his feet, some of his white seed dripping off his chest as he did. He taps in the same numbers as before on his satphone, immediately saying as soon as someone picks up, "The Alpha has been injected with Dissolution. He just called for backup." The voice on the other end instructs, "Roger that. Secure the package, then make it to the rooftop of the building. Extraction and containment will be there in 10 minutes, whether you are or not." That last part meant there was no time to enjoy this new erection, much to his dissatisfaction.
Gregory starts bolting up the stairs, managing even faster time now due to his newly muscled body. Pushing out of the stairwell, he bumps into a Beta. The two stare at each other for just a moment, until the Beta fox growls quietly and continues rushing towards his Alpha, his own erection bobbing in front of him as he does. Gregory looks out of the broken windows, wind whipping his hair about as he stares onto the streets below. A tidal wave of infected were filling the streets, their collective heavy panting, snarling, and roaring echoing out to reach even his ears. This is not good, the cheetah thinks, tearing away from the sight, his own still hard dick throbbing as he follows its urging towards the Alpha's chamber. "Chris?" Greg calls out, the Betas pushing past him to enter Erick's private chambers. He watches the infected circle around the pool containing their leader, some of them jerking their dicks furiously to cum into the pool, a few diving into the pool and submerging under the infected cum, and even some climbing his erect dick to jam their own cocks into the gaping slit and cum into the Alpha's gargantuan erection.
The white tiger looks over the desk at Greg, eyes widening. "Watch out!" he hisses under his breath, as Greg gets shoved by another Beta, who ignores him just as the others are. "They're not interested in us, they're interested in the Alpha. We need to go, now." Greg explains hurriedly, stepping swiftly across the office to the desk, asking Chris "Did you find it? We're running out of time." Paul holds David's shoulder, the two watching the cheetah and tiger as they ransack Erick Almae's desk. Chris finally comes up with a steel case, opening it to look inside. Empty, the outline of a syringe taunting the white tiger's gaze. "Shit!" Greg snarls, eyes narrowing as Chris tosses the empty box out a broken window. "Fuck it. Extraction is in less than five on the rooftop. Let's move," Greg urges. "No time for a Q&A session, I'm willing to bet," David says, the accusing tone in his voice clear. The cheetah grins almost impishly at the small tiger, replying, "No, none." Greg looks to Paul to ask him to help carry Chris, but then stares instead at the still erect dick the giraffe has. It was becoming painfully clear to David and Chris that Dissolution left quite a few of the psychological changes in place in addition to the physical ones, Chris finally snarling, "If we don't have time for questions, you sure as shit don't have time for that...Let's go!" Greg shakes his head to clear his mind and nods in agreement. "Y-Yeah," the cheetah murmurs, before he and Paul heft up Chris and all four rush out to make their way to the rooftop. As the sound of a chopper starts to become audible in the distance, the erect dick of the Alpha throbs, pure black fluid drooling out around the Betas' cocks shoved into the tip.
The four make it out onto the rooftop, seeing the chopper approaching in the dim light of the dawn. Down below, they could hear the infected snarling in anger and panting furiously, smashing themselves up against the shutters on the Almae building's ground floor, the metal making the sound of warping as more and more of them arrive to force through it. "That shit isn't going to hold for much longer," David grumbles, his eyes training on the helicopter. Almost here, he thinks to himself. As the chopper moves in closer, the four heard the protest of metal giving way as hundreds upon hundreds of infected started forcing themselves through the ruined shutters, pouring into the building and heading for their Alpha. As more of them make their way to the personal chambers and add their infection, black cum starts pouring like a waterfall from the executive floor's broken windows. The black fluid hardens around the building and then keeps gushing over it, keeping it slick and pliable as the fluid starts falling onto infected below. Even Warren could be seen getting caught in the tar-like fluid, thrusting his cock into it to help feed his Alpha's mutations.
"Get in here, fast!" Gregory calls into his satphone, but then the roof trembles underneath them, causing Chris and David to fall to the ground, the two who had the infected bodies able to withstand the vibrations. It shook again, and then a titanic cock rips through the roof without injury, the titanic black spire throbbing wildly as it gushes black cum all over. Greg and Paul dive in front of the two smaller men, getting splashed with the cum. However, unlike before, this viral fluid is more aggressive, actually forcing itself into the two through their pores to burn hotly under their skin and in their bloodstreams. The two growl in pain at the intrusion, but then are left panting and moaning in need, their cocks throbbing uncontrollably. The effects of the cum trigger the increased arousal from their prior infections, working it up to a fever pitch. Dissolution still works in staving off reinfection, though, leaving them only combating their unnaturally high sexual urges, teeth clenching as they struggle against the urge to fuck each other, the infected, the two tigers behind them, or anything else they might get their hands on.
David turns to watch the helicopter starting to get close, about to call for the other three to get ready to jump. But that's when the helicopter veers backwards, keeping its distance from the building. Below them, the black tar was starting to telescope out, forming hundreds, if not thousands of different sized replicas of Erick's cock, spraying out the infected black stuff to coat the surrounding neighborhood with it and, more importantly, forcing the helicopter to stay further away from the building. David picks up the phone Greg dropped in the mind-numbing lust he was fighting against, raising it up to try and get the helicopter pilot's attention. The phone rings, the smaller tiger growling into it, "Is there any way you can get to us?!" "I'll try and move in if I see an opening! Do your best to hang on until then!" The call ends as he hears Paul whimper in need. Sweat and black cum were dripping off the front of the giraffe's body, his body and cock quaking uncontrollably as he fights a clearly losing battle. "W-we have to do something...I don't know much more I can take," the giraffe gasps, his knees buckling underneath him to bring him to kneel before the titanic black cock jutting up through the roof.
David reaches forward to touch the giraffe's back, to try and help buoy Paul's resistance. But suddenly black hardened tar that has formed into a tentacle snares around the tiger's waist before his hand touches the giraffe, yanking him back off the building. "David!" Chris snarls out, before he's drowned out by a deep, grating voice roaring out, "Heathen! Heathen!" Some of the black cum begins to shape itself around the alpha's cock, building upon it until there were black tar-like abs, leading up into a similarly textured, powerfully built chest. Cum gouts out of the side of the chest's shoulders, hardening and sculpting themselves into all too familiar muscled arms, finally forming up into a rough, wild mane around the tip of the cock, the face of Erick forming underneath it before David's eyes, snarling viciously. The noise of the Alpha makes Paul and Greg moan despite themselves, their cocks loosing blasts of white, uninfected cum into the mess of black, quickly disappearing underneath it. The three below watch helplessly, the giraffe and cheetah crippled by their arousal from the virus's effects and the white tiger by his injuries, all three panting wildly. The lion stares venomously at David, his twisted voice snarling, "You dare?! You?! Insect! I am Divinity!" The lion's maw stretches wide, revealing the alpha's colossal cock inside it, working as the horrific creation's tongue, aiming the infectious member straight at David's face. "You will submit!" the voice booms, before David pulls out the third and final syringe of Dissolution Greg had given him. As the dick swells, building up in preparation of letting loose a deluge on the tiger in his tentacle's grip, the tiger jams forward the syringe to plunge it right into the tip of the lion's cock.
Erick shrieks in pain, his visage disappearing as the cocks along the building retract into the hardened cum, leaving only his first and true erection bobbing into the air above the rooftop. The tentacle around David's waist shatters, now just thin, dried fluid that offered nothing in the way of support, leaving the tiger to plummet onto to the roof below and land hard on his side. David snarls in pain as he quickly pulls himself up and scoots back quickly away from the spasming cock still towering through the floor, clutching what felt like bruised or broken ribs with one hand as he does. A huge lump is moving up the length of the shaft each time it throbs, until the lump reaches the top and a hand grips the the outside of the cock from the inside. Erick's yellow eyes can be seen under the black cum spattered all over his fur as he pulls himself from his own erection, like some form of a snake shedding his skin. The Alpha, now back to his original size, falls from the cock and lands heavily on the roof, before drawing to his knees, staring at the four as he pants weakly. "I can't be beaten by you..." he gurgles around black cum and blood leaving his mouth, his cock actually limp for once, yet still drooling as it rests over his three sets of balls. The Alpha stares at Paul and Greg, who are still trembling with arousal, but holding their ground. "You who resist my gifts..." His gaze shifts to Chris. "You who betray me to the highest bidder..." Then his gaze finally locks onto David. "You who just gets swept up by morality, ignoring your true desires for what I offered...You are the most egregious of them all..." Erick coughs up another glob of black cum, before he sags onto the roof, eyes staring blankly now at David. The lean tiger huffs in pain, finally pulling himself to his feet.
The chopper gets in close enough now, no longer needing to keep its distance now that the cum had fallen dormant. "Set this and jump over!" a soldier in the passenger area calls to Chris, throwing a device the size of a shoe box onto the roof next to Chris. Chris looks at it, his body shifting up as he moves to his knees. His eyes stare at the device, growling to Greg, "Hurry up and get them across while I set this." Greg turns at hearing his name, realizing what that device is. He reaches over to get Paul's attention, grabbing the giraffe by his huge cock. Paul sucks in a breath, moaning out after as he stares at the smaller, muscular cheetah. "Let's go," Greg growls in need, before Paul nods and leaps over to the helicopter with him, the two immediately descending on each other to relieve each other's needs, all rational thought out the window. David smirks at the sight, shaking his head. "And here I worried I was the one that might make this an unconventional relationship," he mutters to himself. He steps over to Chris, holding his ribs as he does. When Chris stares back at him, that's when David grimaces. "Why couldn't there have been five syringes?"
Chris's eyes show little flecks of yellow in his otherwise brown eyes. "It's not so bad," the steadily swelling larger white tiger says, chuckling softly. His eyes regard David's regretful expression, before he returns to setting the device. "Got in my cuts when you helped me to my feet. The pre that they drooled all over you." Chris's cuts were healing, his dick was hard, and the faintest hint of black veins were forming under his even more muscled frame. "I'm sorry," David mutters, his ears folding back. "Like I said, it's not so bad," Chris says, purring softly at the smaller tiger. "You really came through in the end. I'm glad I stopped that truck." But then he shakes his head, focusing on the nuclear device again. "Now get the fuck out. Two things are about to blow on this rooftop, and you don't want to be caught by either." David reaches forward to rest his hand on Chris's head, pausing there a moment before he finally gets a running start and jumps into the helicopter waiting for him. He winces at the pain in his chest after making the jump, settles down beside Paul and Greg, the former gripping Greg's hair as he forces the cheetah to suck his massive dick, his other hand jerking the cheetah's cock furiously. David lets the two alone, figuring they can't control it and could use the relief anyhow. He turns and looks back towards the building, watching Chris finish arming the bomb then lob it inside the hole Erick's abandoned body had made so he won't be tempted to disarm it. "Let's go," he says to the pilot, turning away as Chris starts ripping his own clothes off and jerking furiously at his growing cock. The chopper tilts forward to start getting momentum, David closing his eyes as he feels the helicopter start to move forward.
That's when the chopper suddenly lurches, held prone by something. David opens his eyes and stares back to the building, seeing Erick extending his tentacles out of his back towards the chopper. The lion reels them in, the helicopter groaning in protest as it's pulled quickly by the lion's tentacles to have David face to face with Erick Almae yet again. The tiger bares his teeth as the lion stares at him with such loathing. He grips David's head and whispers something into it, the tiger's eyes widening as he does. Chris watches helplessly from his position, his infected arousal too needy to ignore as the lion's flesh splits apart along his wrist, widening to reveal a syringe -- THE syringe. Erick grabs it with his other hand, then jams the needle into David's neck, injecting the tiger directly with the virus. The tiger snarls in pain, his eyes casting down to read the label on the syringe in his neck: 'A-Virus'. Erick grins broadly at the tiger, planting a kiss upon the tiger's lips before releasing the chopper to let it fly off with the next Alpha.
The tiger pants, panic seizing his body as he pulls the drained syringe out of his neck. "Shit. Shit. I almost made it," he cries, his ears folding back. That's when the stab of another needle shocks him, eyes wide as he looks at the unnamed solder jabbing him in the leg. He growls and tries to attack the soldier, but the tranquilizer works all too quickly through his blood stream, stumbling to the floor of the chopper. He breathes softly, his vision fading as he hears the soldier say, "We got the package! I repeat, we got the package! Prep medical research for our arrival!" He drifts out of consciousness just as he sees the soldier jab the still fucking, unable-to-control-themselves Paul and Greg with tranqs as well, darkness enveloping his whole world.