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Ivan was irritated for the previous days lack of decisive measures, so when Ivan's son Grigorii sent a quick message detailing information on a suspect with good evidence to back it, Ivan was only to happy. Ivan fixed the cuff on his uniform as the Flight Deck's doors whooshed open, to a room where another ECD marine was bound to a chair, the good doctor Tvormirov standing next to him with a syringe filled with a glowing purple liquid.

Girgorii Ostranovii stood just a few feet away, reciting the Marines psychological profile. "As you can see from the Holosheets, the ECD Marine known as Marcus Adams is clearly unstable, suffering from several different forms of psychosis that would render hima perfect host for a Nephilim." Marcus snorted. "What, a load, of bull. You Jovians are a paranoid bunch, going so far as to forge documents to kill us all of. I bet this whole thing is being staged so you don't have to deal with coming up for a reason why you killed us all." Off to the side, CSM Baasch nodded in subtle agreement, her eye connecting only for a moment with a fellow Marine.

Ivan cleared his throat and the all upon the Flight Deck turned to look at him, Grigorii himself giving a crisp salute. "It seems it has begun to spread through the ECD then, such terrible waste. I know the ECD to be a more efficient organization then this, and they are not known for being sloppy. Nonetheless, Marcus Adams, you are hereby sentenced to death. Doctor Tvormirov, if you will."

Tvormirov nodded, thoroughly checking the quality of his syringe before inserting the needle into Marcus's arm. Tvormirov seemed inclined to ease his own conscience and spoke up to Marcus. "The solution I injected into you will spread through out your body, and will be absorbed into your cells. once there, it will cause your mitochondria to go dormant and cease producing energy, In your brain, it will begin destroying the connections between nerve cells, keeping the cells intact, but effectively destroying your conscious. It will be slow, but I am told it is relatively painless."

Wiping the syringe clean, Tvormirov places it back in his case along with his other supplies, continuing where he left off. "Your body will then enter a state of suspended animation, where it will be shipped to a reassignment facility. Worry not - though your personality may die, your body will live on for another person who's own body is dieing."

Marcus can only nod as the effects begin to take hold, his world slowly blurring, like oil upon glass. He could barely hold onto any of his thoughts as they were being pulled apart like putty, and he was ever so tired...

Ivan cleared his throat once more. "Let us hope that this time the inquiry was more fruitful. Now, please, have a peaceful nights sleep."

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