"I'm talking about the kind of freak who gets cut by a knife and the wound is gone the next morning. What did you and the others infect me with? Clearly one of you went somewhere you shouldn't have. Somewhere that is working on some super soldier bullshit or whatever. One of you was intentionally or accidentally exposed then infected the rest of us. The people responsible are going to come looking for their shit and I need to know who to keep on the look out for. I am not going to end up some corporate guinea pig." She produced the stinger on her right arm. She aimed it at the family jewels. "Did I forget to mention the kind kind of freak that produces these things sharp enough to cut a man's hand off with ease? If you want children some day I suggest you start talking before I add your shaft to the list of body parts I have cut off. Who was the first one to get sick? That person is clearly the one responsible for this."