Sam stood over the imp on the gurney once more. Duke stood several feet from her, keeping watch on the entrapped imp still frozen within the nanowall. Sam had managed to make an incision enough to place a rib spreader into its chest. She cranked the rib spreader, opening the creatures chest. Sam cringed at the foul smell.

Duke muttered in disgust beside her. "You ever see anything like it before?"

The power surged again, cutting off Sam's response. She reach to the side tray and lifted a scalpel. She carefully eased her hands into the imp chest and began removing the organs within. She pulled an oversized organ and set it in a small tin.

"Heart." Sam said. She placed the organ in a container to her right. The heart was nearly the size of Sam's head, at least ten times it original size. It was deformed and covered in lesions and black blotches. She reached back into the imp and pulled out an oblong organ. "Liver." She reached in again and pulled out a smaller pair of organs. "Kidney's."

"Dogs got kidneys, right?" Duke asked. "Pigs got kidneys."

Something wasn't right, though. This creature was appearing more and more similar to...human's. But that couldn't be possible. Sam leaned back over and pushed aside some organs. She watched in awe as she found nothing where something should've been. "It's had its appendix removed. It's human...or it was."

Duke looked up over his shoulder and brought up his weapon. "What the fuck?"

Sam turned and gasped. Through the glass in the isolated section of the infirmary, Goat was standing beside his stretcher. His chest was exposed and covered in his blood. He started through the glass at Duke and Sam. Goat raised his left arm and hovered it above his head. His dropped his arm down to his chest and them to his right shoulder, and finally his left. A cross.

Duke lifted his head slightly form his eye piece.

Goat growled loudly and charged the glass. The sound of the impact against the glass echoed like dead weight. Same jumped beside Duke, screaming in terror. Goat staggered from the window, momentarily dazed. Duke watched as his friend regained his stance and charged the window again. His head slammed against the glass, causing Sam to scream again. Goat wasted no time in bashing his head again. Duke heard the distinct cracking of bone against the glass. Goat leaned against the window. his body slowly collapsed to the floor, streaking black blood along the window.

Duke slowly walked toward the window, weapon ready. He leaned toward the glass and looked into the isolation room. Goat was lying on the floor, completely still. Dead once again. "Shit."

Sam came up beside Duke. Suddenly it made sense. The creatures appearances, the tongues, the wounds, the missing scientists. "Goat knew he was turning."

Duke turned to Sam, confusion plainly etched into his face.

Sam turned back to the imp on the table, slowly making her way toward it. "This thing didn't butcher Willits...it is Willits."

"What?" Duke asked. It was too much to take in. "If that...thing is one of the scientists...then who's stuck in the nanowall?"

Both Sam and Duke turned toward the imp trapped inside.

Sarge had taken several turns from the armory before he realized Mira was missing. He stopped dead. "Shit. Mira what's your location?"

There was silence through the comm.

"Mira do you copy?" Sarge asked.

Again there was nothing.

"Pinky you got Mira?" Sarge asked.

"I've got her on surveillance but I've lost her on comms. She's not moving from her location, but she's moving in front of her gun cam." Pinky informed.

"Copy that. All units, Mira's off comms and separated. She may try and regroup with one of the teams, keep an eye out." Sarge ordered.

"Copy that." Reaper replied.

"Copy Sarge." Destroyer replied.

Sarge continued on through the corridor into the armory. He walked past the tables of weapons towards the Advanced Weapon lock. He placed the hand on the DNA scanner.

"Welcome Patricia Telmen. Access Granted." The computer voice responded.

The door opened to the room. Sarge tossed the arm aside and stepped in. A single gun hovered in midair. The weapon was significantly smaller than Sarge's personal weapon, but Sarge knew it had a reason to be locked up. He lifted the weapon from its place. It was light in his grip.

"Aw shit." He said.