[color=#FFFFFF]Riverton is completely oblivious! I can hardly believe such an astute and prestigious scientist could be so gullible and naive. One man's foolishness will prove to be my ultimate uprising! The old codger has actually given me permission to go to Kodiak Research Station in Alaska to pick up Nomad test samples in his place. He's busy tending to wounded from yesterday's battle and keeping the miners stable. The possibilities for these samples are endless. There's very little we know about Nomad physiology, but if we can decipher how they communicate telepathically with one another, we may even be able to learn their social structure and even effectively communicate back! This opportunity is too precious to pass up. Perhaps I'll keep one of the samples for myself. None will be the wiser. It's astonishing to me how easily my plans are falling into place. Truly these most auspicious occasions are less than fate. I can feel my destiny reaching out to me. The serum, though my self-trials are continuing, almost seems secondary to my objective of learning more about our alien neighbors. It's as if my mind doesn't even need to be told what to do anymore. It's as if I'm on autopilot and everything I must do is so much clearer to me. I don't know why I ever fought it. Alright, time for my next dosage.
[color=#FFFF33]Raynor sets his notebook down and takes a rubber clamp in hand. He twists it around his arm, holding it tight with his teeth as he runs the needle down his arm almost sadistically. Finding the sweet spot, which has become easy from the previous punctures, he pushes the needle through the newly healed skin and shoves his thumb down on the plunger, pushing the drug deep into his vein and flushing his system with it all over again. He pushes his head back against his chair as a deep gasp escapes him and he sinks into the seat exhausted.