ESCAPE FROM AREA 51

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Sympathetic? Isn't it sympathetic humans that are trying to get us out of here too? Is that how you treat sympathizers?" Carter said coldly as they passed him. "THEN FINE!! TAKE THE PATH THE HUMANS SET FOR YOU!! BE A WEAPON!! BE A KILLER!! DON'T FIGHT YOUR FATE!!" With a blur of yellow, he stood before them again, his back against them. "I'm not going to let my modified aggression and killing instincts affect the way I think. I'm going to clear your way- shoot all you want, no bullet will get through me!!" The cat yelled, and darted ahead. He was firm in his resolve. He hoped losing their collars won't let them use their powers indiscriminately.

His fellow experiments needed to be free from this place... before it was too late to be rehabilitated. Some of them shouldn't leave, some of them have aggression issues that need to be hammered out, perhaps by the lab. He didn't care what happened to him, he was going to take out all the soldiers in a non-lethal way. "You can leave... but all the other experiments that are still here will pay the price for you... that's why I'm staying- that's why I can't leave- I have to kill only ONE person, you can leave- fine- but what'll you do then? You're not used to the freedom. You're not used to the outside. You will kill. If you can't even control yourself in here, what's stopping you from killing out there? I'm not going to let you kill- no- no- I'm not-" He said as he ran ahead, to himself and no one else.