[i]"The last subject has left the starting room. Closing the doors," the man said into his voice recorder as he pressed a thick circular button on a wall. Somewhere, about one hundred yards above his head, four large garage doors closed in unison, banging loudly against the concrete as they hit the ground.

"Do we have any new subjects?" he asked his colleague, who shook his head. It was only going to be four. The man sighed, lifting his glasses and rubbing his eyes. They needed more test subjects. More data.Could he fake their deaths? Maybe stop them right before they killed? No, it wouldn't work. The subjects had to be capable of killing another human being on command. That was the whole basis of the experiment. He would just have to trust his assistants to handle 'recruitment.' 

"Alright," he said, turning to face the aerial map on the table. "The experiment will proceed as is."[/i]