Aramus and Xylo hit two more guarded cells, guns no longer set to stun. Who needed prisoners when they had Avion to answer their questions? Besides, now it wasn't just a rescue mission, but a vengeance one. No one hurt their kind and lived to tell about it. Not with Aramus in charge.
Cell by cell, they explored. Unfortunately, the occupants of those rooms didn't have much left to them. They didn't rouse at all during their rescue, nor were they cyborg. It seemed the humans weren't adverse to experimenting and torturing their own kind, but with what, they couldn't at first discern until they came to the fourth cell. More heavily guarded than the last few, this one had an alarm blare to life when they breached it. The seal on the room broken, gaseous air, high in carbon dioxide, whistled out. Aramus only vaguely wondered at the odd presence of the gas for a moment before he beheld the reason why.