Oromis was petrified, he couldn’t move.
“Go Typhoon!” he grunted, sweat appearing on his brow. The worker moved towards him. In a second the worker was dragging Oromis towards the block of a building. Inside the building was a hive of activity. Men raced back and forth in the narrow hallways, some dressed like workers, others in stark white lab coats. The unnatural brightness of the building stunned Oromis, just like the weird cold air coming from seemingly nowhere. It smelled funny too.
“Look what I found boss,” the worker said with a weird accent, apparently they had reached their destination.
“It’s some kinda’ jungle boy.” he continued. The “boss” walked over to Oromis. Lifting his chin up he looked him in the eyes.
“Looks like we finally found you, you little rat,” he sneered.
“and your going to get the exact same treatment your tree-hugging parents got. Extermination.”