Muffled groans sounded in the quiet night as the effects of the sedatives, used on the experimental subjects, started to wear off. One by one they broke free of their constraints and observed their surroundings.
The strongest one among them sniffed the air like a dog and narrowed its gaze. It seemed to have some kind of intellect, but as to how smart it was, no one knew, not even Mikhail.
The other fiends were getting restless as they surveyed their surroundings. They didn't see the people who usually feed them with blood. Right now, they were very hungry and the only thing that was preventing them from leaving to search for food was the strongest one among their group.
They seemed to recognize him as their leader due to their instincts. Similar to a pack of beasts, they would move as soon as their boss gave them the order.
"The sleeping beauties have woken up," Hawkeye reported. "What are your orders, Young Master?"
