Snippet #1499400

Having her squeeze his pressure point did little to convince him to put the man down. His words were slurred and confused as if the symptoms were setting in. "You're lucky my boss vould shitcan me." he set the man down, looking away to let KT deal with the situation. This was odd, it could be his insulin levels like he slurred, but this was more something he observed in the rat model. He feared the worst as the man started to groan and drone lifelessly.

It reached out, open mouthed to take a bite out of the guard. Walter threw the weight of his body into whatever Jefferson had become, slamming into his midsection. He felt teeth jutting into his lab coat, but they didn't piece the cloth. It fell to the ground, and Walter stuck a foot on Jefferson's neck. "I think he's exhibiting the same rage features as the mice, one vas found eating it's companions..." He was shocked enough to gain his accent again, ordering KT to cuff the man and bring him to observation. "Make sure he doesn't come into contact vith anyvone until ve know vhat's wrong." He was already in shock, taking a swing of a flask from his pocket.