Skoll's journal may 20th ,12:01 am

The walk trough the bar wasn't really pleasant….almost got thrown up upon twice and drunk girls kept trying to hit on me(note to self pick up lines are best said sober, cause "can I have ur eyes because I keep getting lost in ur map" doesn't make any sense…).I finally reached the door I had been directed to after a trip trough ,what Dante would have called ,the first five levels of hell ,self indulgence overflowed from the gutter of civilization throughout this place.

I thought of breaking down the door, but it is best to catch runners unaware besides I didn't want any more witnesses than necessary, witnesses were liabilities but so long as they weren't infected their elimination was at my discretion, killing innocents was not my thing…..besides a place like this ought to have ventilation ducts and there is nothing more priceless than getting a literal "drop" on a runner. A quick scan of the ceiling quickly revealed a vent, large enough to fit trough, to my right. A mild jump got me there easily, no worries bout the customers babbling bout my super human feats, nobody believes what you say you saw when u couldn't walk in a straight line anyway.

The vent was a tight fit but if I put too much strength into making space I might bring down the whole thing with me. A few more seconds of crawling got me to the desired room; lo and behold the vent was situated over the bed.

*bzzt buzzed my com link as I tried to connect to HQ

A couple of surprised voices greeted me.

"Cl118, what seems to be the issue?" it was Dr. Howard the spear head behind project Cl118 , a pleasant enough man of 42 years, with a receding hairline ,slight built and an enlarging beer belly, he was for all intents and purposes my creator, oddly enough he was one of the few in black watch I did not resent.

"Dr. this particular target has exhibited some particularly strange behavior"

You could almost hear him nodding from his tone.

"Would you care to explain further Skoll?"

That made me smile, the curiosity had made him break protocol, and he might get a talking too for that. Not the issue at hand however.

"The target exhibits no particular desire to infect others; in fact it seems she has become aware of her ability to infect and even wears gloves not to infect other humans."

Not that it made any difference for the infection needed a body fluid to spread.

After a brief pause Howard edged me on.

"Yes, and……?"

"Well doctor this particular target , avoids human contact as much as possible and has used no power except for locomotion"

"You trying to say, she might be fully conscious?"

Here is where it got tricky.

"Well, yeah however she seems to summit to a desire not previously witnessed in runners…."

Now more voices where heard from the other side, a commotion for sure, probably over who would get to report it as their find….

"What is it?"

The tension in the statement was palpable , this might be a much needed break trough for this branch of blackwatch , while the super soldier department had produced steady results , the Cl118 project could only boast of me as a successful test subject ,the results hadn't been consistent, many had not survived the transformation and others had gone berserk on the field.

"Well this target seems to show clear signs of Nymphomania….she does not leave isolation for long periods of time, and when she does it is only to…..well you guys know"

After a few mins of laughter, the curiosity resurfaced.

"Well, see if you can capture her alive then, who knows she might offer you something"

I could almost see his grinning face…..

"Well she isn't done so what should I do?"

After a brief pause and a snicker I got the expected response.

"Record"

It was so funny I almost laughed, lonely scientists in a facility 50 meters underground would not pass up a chance for porn, specially when it was going to be government sponsored.

I turned on the video camera on my ear piece, and switched to record and live feed.

"Not funny, skoll just record, the tape can be passed on later, but we wouldn't be able to explain a bunch of guys with PhD s with their pants down in front of the giant LCD monitor to the big wigs……"

I switched off the live feed and enjoyed the view…..hell sometimes this job had it's perks….