The prospect of genetic change was wasn’t just some hypothesis slithering through a labs and research facilities and fringe science anymore. If the mutation was successful Ana would because the first of many (Korey among them) and a symbol of scientific ingenuity. How was it that a rebellion would bring about such a huge leap in science? Their little band of rebels had thrived in the face of a superior enemy. It was cruelly odd that one of the greatest leaps in human history was going to be made hidden underneath the earth by what the government called vagrants and misguided revolutionaries. These mutations, this research, and this amazing advancement could cure diseases, add years to people’s lives, and yet it would be used to end so many.

If Korey was captured after these mutations would be tortured for information or cut apart in the name of science? So then, what was more dangerous, the information that his body held, or his mind?

“Not as of yet.” Korey said, managing to throw out a coherent sentence as he hurriedly crawled out of the depths of his distracting thoughts. His mind was hung on how the economy, medical communities, and world leaders would respond to these mutations; more than conversation. He didn’t mean to be rude so he gave Felton a smile.

Korey shook Chris’s hand trying to pull a faint smile back across his lips. Chris thought right, Korey was rather introverted. As a spy Korey was supposed to be charismatic, charming, and an illustrious weaver of lies. When out on a mission he was that and much more. It didn’t matter the mask, he could make one for any role. He spent so much time creating lies and pseudo-personalities that his true self was left almost awkward and bare.

“I still can’t break hundred-and-fifty pounds.” Korey had grown up to become a stringy 5’10 skeleton wrapped up in thin bound muscle. “There's not exactly a great selection of food here anyways.” He took a sip of his coffee. It tasted of sugar and sewage.