Alexander was curled up, forcing his morph more and more, it hurt like hell, and the wound on his arm had re-opened due to it, but he didn't care. if the scientist wanted data. he'd give him data. let him see his precious expiriment get scrambled as one of them progressed faster than all the others but became more and more injured as he did so. Then he heard the guards, he paniced backing in to the small store cubard he'd found, losing control of his morph, however it was to far gone to automaticly retreat, the flames swarmed up his arms and over his body, consuming him, and within seconds there was a tiny dragon where he had once stood. it was less than a foot hight, looking round Alexander saw a airduct, melting the vent he dived in to it and sprinted hell for leather through it, taking turns at random, stopping eventually over one of the ones above a subjects room, uncaring where he was. he was now slightly worried. if not elated, he could also as it turned out, see in the dark. though his eyes glowed like two red hot coals.