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Genesis

The awful noise was stop almost instantaneously as Gabriel entered, letting his helper know that there was a reason he was in the basement of an abandoned warehouse and not somewhere else. Genesis was somewhat aware that he was rather useless without direction. He just wasn't the person to give orders but rather to follow them, albeit with his own twist. He twirled the tranquilizer gun in his hand before standing and setting it on his first aid cart.

"Do not screw up."

The seriousness in the Collector's voice did not need his equally intimidating stare. "If I would have screwed up that much, I wouldn't still be here," he returned as Gabriel turned and left down the hall. Both knew that Genesis was not the smartest nor the strongest, but over all he hadn't been such a bad friend. There was no way that the man would be able to pull off such an operation without his helper, who took great pride in what he did. As long as he didn't end up in jail, life was rather satisfying for the useless pawn.

His dark hair glimmered as he stepped out of the security room, his first aid cart in tow. He turned and locked the security room with one of many keys dangling from a ring. As he continued down the hall, he closed and locked each door before securing each pattern of bolts on the intricate doors. He did not have access to the scan security system and thus relied on physically closing the doors to keep their guests in. Once all the doors were sealed, ensuring that nobody would leave here unless it was in a body bag, he rolled his cart to the end of the residential hall, adding another road block to anybody wishing to escape. Genesis picked up the tranquilizer gun and gave it a small twirl before gripping it confidently. If any of these four tried to run, he'd be waiting to catch them and toss them back into their cells as if they were nothing more than animals. Then again, one might regard them as such. It was all about personal opinion.