Harker took the metal box containing little Skitters. The chameleon still had its wings, though it couldn't really fly as fast as a housefly because of its heavy weight. It made a grunting sound as they approached the steps of BITMAC.
"I know, buddy. I don't like it here either." Harker told it. "We'll try to be quick, though I can't promise they won't run several tests on you that may last for days."
The Institute's headquarters looked more like the Greek Parthenon than a science laboratory. Tall, Ionic columns surrounded it, the walls made of marble and white stone. A symbol of vulture marked it, with a piece of flesh on its beak. Its wings were pitch black and its eyes shined red.
