"Turn left." the guard, donned in black, said, gesturing with his gun. The girl stepped forward lightly, and turned down a softly lit hallway. A second guard followed, holding his gun loosely by his side. He watched his partner carefully, and that girl (was she really a girl?). He liked to think that he was made Marc's partner to 'keep an eye' on him—almost everyone on the security team knew of Marc's unpredictable bursts of vulgar language or violence to the experiments.
"Move!" Marc leaped forward, nudging the girl (thing? it?) in her back with his gun. She yelped and burst forward. Louis could almost picture dust being kicked up from the carpet as she tore down the hallway, yanking open a door. She disappeared through it, and let it slam shut. "Okay. We're done. C'mon, Louis." Louis frowned but followed Marc.
As they left, a van's engine started. Marc and Louis opened the doors, hopped in, and started talking as the van drove off.
"First time doing the easiest job ever." said the driver. "I seem like a chauffeur, not a guard."
"The director said that Lecter could handle it. I don't give a crap, we're still getting paid to drive that experiment back to the lab later." Marc said gruffly, turning around in the front seat to look at Louis.
"Bet we'll still get in shit if something happens." Louis added meekly.
"You go pick a fight with that cannibal, and see if he's the type that would let 'shit happen'." Marc said grimly as he turned back to face the front of the van.