Dr. Connel laughed.
The two creatures trying with subdued fervor to escape the operating theater were about two meters tall, with the creature on the right being the smaller of the two. They resembled bipedal versions of the huge monster in the front viewing area.
However, Cisneros thought they were far more disturbing.
The pair were both covered in hard, insect-like armor in a number of places; particularly along the arms, legs, and torso. Hands, eerily human, were long and gangly; tipped with several inch talons that looked like they could tear through a military hardskin as effectively as a housecat could shred a tissue. Their flesh was thick and leathery, mottled with bleeding sores; oozing holes that didn't appear to be injuries as much as part of some horrific design.
But the worst were their faces.
The gaping mouths filled with jagged, needle-like teeth were bad enough. They reminded Cisneros of some demented cross between an Anglerfish and a Great White Shark. However it was the beady, human eyes their stared back at him that chilled his blood.
The larger creature on the left had soulless, black eyes that looked more like obsidian orbs than eyes. But the smaller one on the right had brilliant blue irises that reminded him of his wife's back home.
"Well that was unexpected." Cisneros commented as he attempted to regain his composure.
"They do that." Dr. Connel said off-handedly. "Tried a hell of a lot harder for the first hour or so. I think they're smart enough to realize that they were trying in vain."
Cisneros chuckled at her cockiness.
It was comforting.
"So what am I looking at Doctor?"
"Assistant Director, allow me to introduce Adam..." she said, motioning to the larger beast on the left. "And Eve."
Stepping forward, Dr. Connel examined the beasts closer and started to notice more differences than just their eyes.
'Adam' as Dr. Connel called him, was completely nude though he was reassured to find that the human similarities stopped at genitalia. Additionally the creature seemed heavier set, with more armor and hard edges than its compatriot, and seemed to have some sort of clawed tentacles that were tucked away behind him, sprouting from its back.
'Eve', on the other hand, seemed to be wearing the shredded remains of a lab coat and pants. The remains hung loosely in random patches of torn fabric. Its form seemed more leathery and less armored and definitely had more of a human appearance than its partner's.
A name tag hung on its breast but the name had been obscured by a large spray of gore.
"And here I would have thought biblical names would be in poor taste." Cisneros said with a sideways glance before trying again identify the name beneath the blood.
"It seemed appropriate, although it was arguably done backwards."
"Eve was the first, uh, created."
"One of your peers?" Cisneros asked in a detached tone despite the fact it made his stomach churn.
"Correct. She was the unfortunate one to discover the effects of blood exposure."
Dr. Patang made a gagged sound behind them and both turned to look at him.
"Wait a minute. I-Is that...Sasha?" he asked.
Dr. Connel gave a curt nod and Cisneros had to admire her cold professionalism. He would have at least reacted but she seemed unfazed.
"Unfortunately, Dr. Garcia fell ill after you last saw her." she said softly before turning away.
Dr. Patang stifled a sob and Cisneros could see the tears welling around his eyes. He was clearly biting his lips but said nothing more. Dr. Connel was already focused on the holding cell again.
Cold and professional. Cisneros thought again.
"Adam, came later." she said, redirecting the conversation.
"Another scientist?" he asked, making an edge of annoyance clear in his voice.
More dead meant more paperwork and he wasn't in the mood for his head researcher to be sloppy.
"Better. He was grown."
There was a bang from behind and Cisneros realized that Dr. Patang had left, slamming the door behind him. He was stalking away openly sobbing.
"Don't mind him." Dr. Connel said shortly. "But yes. Grown."
"The larvae. As I mentioned earlier."
Cisneros stared wearily at the hulking 'Adam' and felt his nerves fraying.
"I really don't have time and patience for your games, Samantha." he said, putting on his best, managerial tone.
Dr. Connel's eyes narrowed, but despite their history, she knew it was better not to mouth off when Cisneros pulled rank.
"In that case, Assistant Director, allow me to show you to the Hatchery."
Cisneros again glanced at what the doctor had identified as 'The Nest' and then back at Dr. Connel in confusion.
"After Adam, we realized it would be a bad idea to keep the eggs in the nest."
"Then lead on, Doctor."
And Dr. Connel lead them out of the operating theater to a nearby security door; leaving Adam and Eve still softly clawing at the impenetrable glass. The dried blood chipping just enough to reveal "S. Ramirez" on the smaller monster's nametag before it clattered to the floor and was subsequently consumed by the throbbing, pulsing alien matter that covered almost every surface of the room.
"Do we have a name for these things yet, Dr. Connel?"
"Well, nothing official yet, but a few of the scientists of taken to calling them furamorphs. Poetic idiots, that they are."
"It's old Latin. Translates roughly to 'Stolen Form."