In a dimly lit room a scarred man lounges his chin into his palm. Deafening silence fills the room. Alone watching the holo screens with a look of discontent. His hand is left to fidget and toy with one of his loyal parasite spawns, wriggling around his wrist and his fingers.
"Looks like the military is starting to make their move and it took them long enough but I doubt you can manage to catch us in time, even if you do it will all be for naught anyway". His thoughts begin to slowly unfurl.
"We may not have been able to complete all the research in Janus but we got far enough." He says in a low growl of dissatisfaction, tapping the tips of his fingers on his marred chin.
