[Center][h3][color=Firebrick]Connor Paine[/color][/h3][/center]

The experiments hadn't phased Connor much. The only thing he felt after each session was a small pain in his throat. No, what really got under his skin was being stuck in the damn cell. He was an active individual. No life in or out, pure boredom. Only a small cockroach which he had already killed days prior, it's body lying in the corner almost mockingly. 

The guards knocked on his cell. "Get up, the door will be opened." Connor sat up, responding in the guards exact voice, albeit fairly shaky, he was still tired. [color=Firebrick]"Alright, I'm up."[/color]. The door opened and the guards spilled in. No need for a straitjacket, his abilities were far from physical anyway. He was brought the cold hallway to the destination. 

The dining room was already filled with other people, who he could only assume were other participants of the experiments. The only one who immediately stood out was the snake-man. He didn't feel sympathy. He should have gone to prison instead. They should have known the risks. But then an older man stepped in with good news. No more cramped cells. Free limited roaming. Perfect. He glanced at the first man who spoke up. He then responded in his natural voice. Deep, smooth, with a faint but noticeable Southern accent. [color=Firebrick]"Doubtful. This is a government facility, clearly. I'd say something more covert. Intelligence, destabilising governments. So, fun."[/color]. He cracked a faint smile.