! Reese !

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FILE: #0016

Name: Boris Oren Byrne

Deaths; 3

Kills; 217

Incidents; 12

Punishments; 8

Experiments; 83

Sessions; 372

Patient Number: 0016

Current Status: Alpha (XXX) - 'large risk'

Containment Level: Hazardous

UNIT: Floor Y , Room 08 , Bldg. 3

AGE: 25

WEIGHT: 223 lb.

HEIGHT: 5' 10"

Threat Level: HIGH

Birth Date: October 8, 1995

Admission Date: December 18, 2010

DEFORMITY: "Deadly Shadow"

Predatory , Wolf-Like

Violent Rage-like Episodes

Inhuman Strength

Silence is Never Good

Deformity Description:

Dark Smoke-Like Essence that comes from Dark Gray Eyes.

Hands become covered by In-Penetrable Pitch Black material; hot to the touch and form Long Claws.

A Four and a Half Ft, Dark Gray and Black, Tail extends from Base of Spine.

Skin becomes almost colorless and sickly.

Rapid Healing and an Inability to Feel Pain.

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- THE CAPTURE OF BORIS BYRNE-

"Hold yourself up, man."

"No, too much fuckin' work..."

The situation Reese had gotten himself into wasn't... ideal.

He was currently slumped against some poor bartender who was left with the task of escorting any lingering customers out of the bar after closing. Lucky for the kid, there was only one man there. Unluckily, he weighs a ton and a half and is currently using the poor 5' 3" woman as a main support.

"Do you have a phone? Anyone you can- woah! Almost fell there- is there anyone you can call?"

She was peering up at the much taller figure she had propped up against a wall and her shoulder. Wondering how such a seemingly fit and nice man didn't have anyone with him.

"No. Phone broke. Fell off my bike during a pig race."

To Reese, he had just told her the epic tale of how he broke his phone by dropping it off of his motorcycle while being chased by the cops. To the woman, she hadn't even had time to process his drunken gibberish before he was lurching forward again and stumbling sideways towards the road.

"What are you doing- jeez you sure are heavy..."

"Hey... did you just call me fat?"

Groaning, and with more strength than she thought she had left, the woman placed Reese on a bench slowly. Which wasn't even worth the effort since he, a lot more violently than necessary, fell back along the entire seat and smacked his forehead.

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