The brightest spot in the cattle ranch base was swarming with activity. A few guys in lab coats stood around watching Abe Sanders getting beaten, their eyes glinting with a mixture of expectation and curiosity.
These mad scientists were undoubtedly brilliant individuals, the type who rarely bothered themselves with mundane tasks. It wasn't that they were unwilling to help others—it was simply that wasting time and energy on anything outside their research felt trivial and unnecessary.
But when circumstances demanded their attention, they could focus with impressive intensity. Take now, for instance: utilizing their years of scientific training, sharp observation skills, and an almost supernatural meticulousness, they had already noticed the beaten man's precarious prospects.
It was clear—because the boss himself was present, watching. If the battered man failed to meet the boss's expectations, then the lab would certainly gain a fresh set of test subjects before the day was done.
