Clamped down on his prosthetic, limp and loose. Clifford eased up his stance with Aubrey locked down on his arm, numb to the bone. If he could smile, he certainly would right about now. He raised his other hand and patted it on the unconscious Aubrey's head like nothing was wrong.

[i]Pap, pap.[/i]

He turned and started dragging the transformed Aubrey out towards the Main Holding gates. He waved for Jesse to get back up and follow him before the onlooking werewolves decided to go ham on the two. Jesse quickly picked up the shock prod and hurried behind Clifford, locking the gate behind the two as they made their way outside. Clifford was hauling Aubrey along with seemingly no effort. Unsurprising, for a man of his stature. Jesse merely followed along, observing intently, making quick glances back at the caged specimens.

They made their way to the extraction rooms. Time for a [i]professional[/i] demonstration of the company practice.