Wayne winced as the doctor pulled sharps and splintered bullet fragments out of him. Each one hurt, despite the numbing cold. He could feel himself healing slowly, though still faster than normal humans. "Well since you're so c-concerned about my well-being, I t-take it that I'm just going to w-walk out of here once you're done." He chattered, his right hand finally forming into a blade. He pointed it right at the doctor as it shook from the cold and effort. His head slumped forward as he passed out again, arm going limp. He woke a couple minutes later as the doctor was finishing his bandages. "F-f-f-fucking shit." He said, his arm restrained once again. "M-maybe you should let me out of here, Doc. I feel like getting a second o-o-opinion." He rattled the restraints again as the heavy rotary lock turned and the door clanked open before him.

The cold air turned to mist and spilled out of the truck, clinging to the ground before disappating. There were several men in military gear, helmets, Kevlar, and all manner of weapons at the ready. Behind them were men in suits, earpieces, and dark glasses, no doubt packing as well. All of them were stonefaced, serious, lethally so. One man stepped forward, carrying an obvious air of authority with him.

He spoke, and Wayne glanced from him to the doctor and back again. All was quiet for a few seconds, the hum of the truck's freezers droning softly. Then Wayne spoke.

"Y'all gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me! Is this some goddamn Men In Black bullshit!?" He shouted, his rural roots showing with a subtle Midwest accent. He started shaking his restraints harder. "I'mma beat the piss outta whatever unlucky stupid ass dickless wonder is in charge here! He started to throw his weight back and forth on the gurney, making the truck sway a bit, the whole time a string of expletives rained upon the agents of the Defiance Project like nothing they'd ever heard before. A few flecks of spittle landed a few mere inches from the Director's feet and Wayne still persisted.