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Danny assessed the scenario in front of him. It had been his task to get more food for everyone, and to cook breakfast. So, he had broken into the kitchen of a higher end breakfast place with two baskets, and took some eggs, bacon, bagels, orange juice (for himself mostly), milk, sausages, butter, and peanut butter and bananas (for sandwiches).

What he had not expected was for it to be a gang hideout, and for several armed men to be pointing guns at his back. Luckily, he was in a kitchen, and a kitchen had various sharp pointy objects to throw. To his right was various knives in a Knife holder. To his left, a cleaver, half eaten ham (Danny got hungry), and some prongs.

In a single moment, Danny turned the lights off with his mind, grabbed the knives, turned the power back on and threw two of them into the gang member's chests. Each pierced the heart, killing them. Danny shed a few tears of sadness, but a smile also glanced on his face. He hated what he was, what the lab turned him into. But he couldn't fight the conditioning, about how each kill they made him feel....good...

Luckily for him, the rest of the flock wasn't here. Danny's neural conditioning was his one secret from them. He looked at the final member, dodged his buckets while taking the cleaver, and threw it at his neck. Danny quickly turned the gas on, got the supplies, and ran. He made the lights spark the gas, so the whole place went up in flames. Danny wanted to keep this secret from them. In his belief, their moral standing was one of the reasons why they were better then the white coats. But Danny, Danny was trained and forced to kill. He was also afraid that if the flock found out they would hate him.

And he didn't want that either. He began to fly towards his own hideout, a penthouse in an abandoned hotel. If anyone wanted breakfast from him, they would meet him there.