Obtaining the lists of scientists involved with the Beast program was rather simple. He proved himself to be trustworthy enough over the years, killing those he was assigned to kill and playing "good dog". As a result, he gained access to places not many Beasts were allowed. Of those places the file room had been the most useful. The files of any person ever involved with the Beast program, including the beasts themselves, had a file. He wrote the scientists' names down, creating a hit-list of his own. 

Every night for a straight week, he studied the names and the faces belonging to the names, planning and sizing them up. The big dogs were a little [i]too[/i] big to deal with right away. So instead, he decided to go small chose a simple target:
[b]Name:[/b] Doctor Bouviet
[b]Marrige Status:[/b] Widowed
[b]Age:[/b] 43
[b]Offspring:[/b] Leonel Bouviet
[b]Residence:[/b]Offered Living Facilities
Perfect. Something simple and close to home. It was a good place to start, one quick hit and he'd move on to bigger and tougher names. 

And with that, one night he set off, sneaking past the security cameras, guards and other beasts like the trained assassin he was. None of it was easy. From removing the tracking device in his false eye to burning off his serial code. He hated it. He hated that they had him so tightly in their clutches that it took so much effort to leave, and become untraceable. He hated being poked and prodded and made into something other than human. He hated that the scientists often forgot that he was human to begin with. He hated that [i]he[/i] often forgot he was human to begin with. He hated that he killed so many people in the past few years that did not deserve to die. But that was going to change with Doctor Bouviet. 

Kidnapping the unsuspecting Doctor walking to his living quarters, tired and weary after a long day at work, had been easy. A rag covered with chloroform to the face and the next thing he new, Jay was running with an unconcious Doctor in a fireman's hold. His mostly artificial limbs and enchanced cardiovascular strength helped him immensely, making it easy to jump over the fence surrounding the facility with little sound. 

Everything was going according to plan. Jay meandered through the alleyways expertly, following the mental map of the city ingrained in his mind, until he stopped in front of an old abandoned building. After adjusting Doctor Bouviet on his back, Jay used one arm to rip the board off of the door and push through it with his shoulder. Jay stumbled into the place, and walked to the back of the room, dropping Doctor Bouviet in an ungraceful heap and ignoring the groan of discomfort that sounded from him. 

Jay cracked his neck and stretched out his shoulders as he pulled up an old chair next to Doctor Bouviet. A simple shot to the head back at the facility would have been too loud even with a silencer, and anti-climatic. No, this was much better. He sat down and pulled out his loaded pistol, equipped with a silencer, and waited for the Doctor to awaken.

Jay smiled when he heard the Doctor moan and stir.That is, until he heard the creak of a floor board. [i]One person,[/i] Jay decided, judging by the foot steps. Rather than approach the intruder head on, Jay quietly stood from his chair and backed into a shadow provided by a beam in the moonlight. The Doctor himself remained entirely visible. Jay kept his finger on the trigger, hoping to get the upper hand if the person walked by.