[center][h2]Camille Mahroug - Oops[/h2][/center] 

She had done it now, Camille was in the lion's den, a lamb for the slaughter, she could recognize at least three confirmed enemies before her she had confronted in the past, notably the cartoon celebrity who nearly decommissioned the small underground agent. Camille swallowed her pride and took another step back with the approach of the owlman who, despite not releasing any form of hostility, kept a unnerving fixation on Camille. It was more than logical that he'd be on his toes concerning her, but she saw it as adversity, especially with all of his backup. With her condition and the fact that one of them was a complete mystery to her made it obvious she had no hopes of gaining the upper hand here. 

She took another step back, hands over her hips as if she was ready to pull out a gun from an imaginary holster. Her gaze clashed with the owl's concealed eyes, ready to kill as many as possible to survive. She was like a trapped animal, rationality becoming less and less a relevant factor in this circumstance. She continue to walk backwards at a really slow pace, only to bump in Cindy Wade's belly as the woman inquired about her current location. Camille's body being evidently petite enough to not actually harm the woman. Camille jumped in surprised and quickly turned around, only to recognize a familiar face. 

"[b]You... Cindy.[/b]" 

She paused, delivering the same glare she returned to owlman right at Cindy. She was not happy to see an apparent traitor around and further accumulated Camille's insecurity in this particular position. A stressed and cornered girl like this can be capable of many nasty things, and Cindy may as well be a victim of that wrath if she doesn't select her response carefully. With all that, little to no attention was brought to the roaring occurring nearby, after all it couldn't be worse than what she was confronted to as of now. 

[center][h2]Boogeyman[/h2][/center] 

Within a hidden area of the ship, placed remotely from the general containment area, specialized cells of massive sizes held rather peculiar subjects that were submitted to the same simulation as the rest. One of them would be the now famous Solf Patel. The cell was sealed and nothing could possibly give off the identity of the host, but the ridiculous amounts of locks and security meant a lot. When the monster awoke as everybody else, it noticed its cloak had not been taken off, actually nothing of it changed unlike the other abductees. It didn't matter too much as it didn't have to cloak itself out of scrap. 

It didn't react immediately to being in a giant aquarium of strange, blue liquid, mostly because it didn't feel any danger nor harm to it health. But enough was enough, as bubbles ran out of its steaming body, the vectors from the monsters annihilated the sealed door before it, knocking it off clean as the liquid spilled all over the place. Patel casually walked out, acknowledging its surroundings only to conclude it had no idea where it was. Angered, it screeched a terrifying sound that echo'd through the ship. Unrecognizable by even its colleagues, it simply brought a wave of dread and fear to all those hearing it. And thus, it wandered through the corridors, casually walking at a slow pace, searching for a possible exit or at least a familiar face. It would, however, kill off anyone it deemed a threat without a second thought.