Misha's eyes began to water as the scientist spoke. She bit her cheek to hide the emotion. There was no point in voicing her distress if the woman was going to continue her cold and clinical dissection - or what felt a dissection. A dissection of psyche. Of genetics? Misha would have rather wiped her heredity clean - shifting and all - than suffer through any of this. [i]Get rid of my family line? Sign me up,[/i] she thought grimly, clenching her fists as the scientist shocked her again.

Liwei pointed down the hall. "The van will be running out there. All you have to do is find the door at the end of that hallway, and we'll be waiting." He straightened his spine and started towards his superior's office, a bead of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach.