Prologue
--------------/0340Hours/ 3rd Shift/ Subject 09
"Crap I'm cold", the guard croaked as he swallowed the stale dregs of his coffee, but his complaint fell on the deaf ears of his sleeping partner in the back of the old van. "Damn, another 3 hours until the next shift, why did I even volunteer for this?" he thought. It wasn't that hard, watch some punk kids for 6 hours, then report on em, but for what reason? Did they really plan on going through with the experiments? What would happen if… no best not to think of it. Not my problem." Flicking a burnt stub of a cigarette out the window, he shifted his weight in the seat and got as comfortable as possible. He set his watch and closed his eyes "Who would know?" he thought. Three more hours… As he fell asleep, a young boy stirred on two of the monitors, turned over, and was still.