Dennis stood, communicator in ear, in front of a wide array of surveillance screens. They showed every hallway, every cell and every area - save for the head scientists residence - in the entirety of Facility Three. He could monitor every movement and action of the test subjects without even leaving his chair, which allowed him to study the mutants simultaneously to understand how to prepare the best defence against them. And the best part, this was Dennis's office, so he could be here all the time - no colleagues or constant distractions about.
[i]Thank fuck I'm not doing my old work still,[/i] thought Dennis, as he rested his arms behind his head and smiled. [i]I may not be a boxer, but I'm earning more than most of those bastards just by sitting here anyway.[/i]
Each subject was being transferred from their cells to their respective testing areas today, and Dennis got to watch the show from the best seat in the house. His communicator allowed him to switch between audio receptors in the mutant's locations, so he could easily witness by ear and eye the goings on as the tests progressed.
Dennis pressed a button on his desk in front of him and spoke into an intercom to his PA:
"Bring me a cup of tea, milk and no sugar." It was indeed an unusual choice for a dead-eyed stone hearted brute of a man - but tea was a common tradition in the Wraith household, and Dennis had been brought up drinking several mugs a day.
He watched as one of the subjects - the rather aggressive 'animal properties' mutant, as the scientists explained he had - was dragged along a hallway, tethered to brutal chains like a dog on a leash. Dennis chuckled and sat back in his chair as his tea arrived, steaming and filling the room with a pleasant aroma. Dennis swooped it up and took a delightful sip.
"Not bad," Dennis said to his PA, a short and stubby woman, nerdy - clearly wanting to be helping in the science departments but stuck with him instead, "I'm glad your tea - making skills are better than your looks."
His PA shot her eyebrows (or eyebrow) up and looked like she was about to remark back, but then she realised it was better not to, and she slunk out of the door closing it behind her.

Dennis had been issued a small army of security guards, one manning most corners or patrolling the corridors, and a constant rotation of five or six guards on each subject at once. It gave each guard a chance to learn the routines and doings of each mutant, so they would all be prepared for any... mishaps. Right now, all the guards were stationed around the mutants, an equal amount on each, as they were transported to the testing areas. Almost all of them were there anyhow, so Dennis activated his communicator and stated, "OK, back to your posts."
Guards then started to file away from the testing areas, while a few still stayed behind to guard the mutants. Being in a position of power was stimulating, and the pay check he was receiving weekly only contributed to the pleasure.
Dennis could sense life being good for the foreseeable future.