The idea of helping Doctor Lincoln in the lab was not something Damian found pleasing, especially after he witnessed all the crazy tests Lincoln did down there, treating humans like shit.
But it was not like the identity of Gregory, a low-ranking soldier who worked in the security cameras, would have any saying in that request. Damian had to help, or Lincoln would make him go there without his consent, so why bother saying no?
They walked into a large building where the kitchen was, grabbing bacon and eggs for breakfast. It was nice to have something different, and when Lincoln went there, no one dared to look him directly in the eye.
'He's like a mad doctor in here. His research is decent, but the means he uses to achieve it are disgusting,' Damian thought.
