Eventually the ship reached a man-made island, this was BioPort's main laboratory. Orion began to scan his eyes around the perimeter, no life here, not a single weed in sight.

There were a few people outdoors but the tasks they were performing were unidentifiable from the current distance. Cleaning or putting down pesticides? Perhaps something else entirely.

While he was trying to focus his eyes on those people, he'd started to zone out only snapping back when he heard a gunshot behind him. His shadows flooded out instantaneously, protecting his head from what would've been a fatal blow.

"What the fuck?" He turned around to see that man again.

"Just wanted to be sure." Phalaris smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction.

"Anyway." Orion growled making his way into the building far, far away from the annoying bastard. Engaging any further would entertain him more. He didn't need his foresight to tell him that.

BioPort labs’ buildings themselves were clean and beautiful, almost entirely sterile. It was far more eerie than it sounds. White walls, white floors, a strong permeating scent of bleach.

It reminded Orion of a hospital, but it lacked the charm that made a hospital at least attempt to appear welcoming. It was much closer to a prison in that regard.

No chairs, posters, or charts on the walls, they were barren and stark white. The doors labeled only with numbers and no other indication as to what they held.

“Oh, you’re Dr. Zeta?” A friendly face asked him as he entered the hall.

He was holding a soda bottle in one hand and checking something in a small notebook with the other. He had green eyes that were quite distinct and dirty blonde hair. He might've been younger than he looked but his tired eyes prevented anyone from figuring out just how old he was. It was clear he had been working at BioPort for quite some time.

“Yes.” He replied.

“Wow you haven't aged at all in the last few decades, have you? If I recall correctly you used to have longer hair, too. Can't say this haircut is doing you any favors in that regard. I bet you get carded a lot.” He said with a laugh looking closely at his face. “Anyway, I’m Dr. P. I’ll be showing you around today.”

“What's the P stand for?” Orion asked.

“I’m not going to elaborate, legal issues for most part.” He said lifting the bottle to show the logo and chugging his drink which happened to hold the same namesake as that on his badge. Orion couldn't tell if it was a joke or if there were actually some sort of legal issues involved. “Alright let's go.”

“Oh. Well, it’s nice to meet you.” Orion followed him.

They passed by the Lambda Lab briefly, an abnormally quiet space likely due to its soundproofing. There wasn't a lot to see from where they were, only a few people pushing carts around between the rooms.

“We really need you for making certain compounds and stuff that might explode. We have some safety equipment and a blast proof lab but that's really not enough if something goes wrong.” Dr. P explained. “If we try making anyone else do it, they’d die, which wouldn't be all that productive. So, it's helpful to have more non-humans on staff.”

“Yeah. I imagine so.” Orion tried not to think about how many people must have come before him. “So, what's with that Phalaris guy?”

“Ahh, well, he's not a doctor in any capacity but he dabbles in random experiments with the Lambda units, you know, those bio soldier ones. He deals a lot with…” He paused for a bit trying to decide how to phrase it. “Training them… He's a real asshole though so you ought to steer clear of him if you can. Although knowing him by name, I imagine it's already too late for that.”

“He tried to shoot me earlier.” Orion said with an irritated tone.

“That sounds about right.” Dr. P paused for a second, “You're a non-human so you’ll probably be fine, but it's still a good idea to avoid him regardless. He's offed a couple of the recruited, I don't think he’d be above trying to kill a volunteer.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Orion said.

Dr. P did not have a good opinion of the man as many BioPort employees shared for one reason or another. But Dr. P seemed to have a particular ire for the man.

The only places in BioPort that were thoroughly explained to Orion were lab Eta and lab Lambda. They were on opposite sides of the building which worked out quite well for Orion to “become lost” on his way between them.

The role he played also meant that he wouldn't be working with the subjects directly. Which was a relief because Orion wasn't sure if he could handle that.

“The Eta subjects are the easiest to deal with in a way because they aren't behaviorally modified.” His tour guide said.

“The one's created by Dr. Levitas are particularly docile, as she's a bit of an odd one. She treats all of them like her own children. She's even gotten into fights about them being disposed of, like I guess that's normal for a recruited.” Another Eta scientist said.

“I can understand getting attached to your creations, but I’d never go against the president like that.” One of his coworkers added. “She's got a death wish for sure. Stay away from her if you don't want to be on the president's shit list.”

“So yeah, the people you should probably avoid for your own safety would be Phalaris and Dr. Levitas.” Dr. P continued. “that's about everything for now, you should get lunch before the canteen closes.”

“Alright I’ll see you later then.” Orion said.

Orion tried to leave but he was stopped at the door by Phalaris. Orion didn't think he would have to use his foresight for simple tasks like getting lunch, but clearly this man had some vested interest in him.

“You again.” Orion said under his breath.

“So, you're working here? It suits you.” Phalaris said haughtily.

“What's it to you?” Orion glared at him. The man was a bit too close for comfort. He said nothing flashing him an eerie smile, instead there was something strange about the way his eyes scanned him, like he was trying to stare into his soul.

“The president is looking for you Phalaris.” Someone sitting at one of the desks said.

“Tch. Whatever.” He left in a huff.

“That doesn't sound good for you, Dr. Zeta.” Dr. P whispered. “He's quite fixated on you.”

“What did you do to catch his attention?” The person at the desk asked him.

“Nothing, we’ve barely spoke.” Orion explained.

“He's been sticking his nose in some of the non-human research lately, he probably thinks he can use you for something.” A woman carrying a small rack of chemicals said peaking her head around to the office area. “I’ll try to find out his schedule so you can avoid him. You're the last person we need going missing right now.”

"That's probably a good idea." Dr. P sighed.

Phalaris felt disgusting to be around… something unnerving and inhuman. Though he continued to keep his eyes on Orion, he wasn't particularly difficult to avoid. He had some duty keeping him out of the way for several hours of the day.

Orion slowly mapped out the entirety of the place, using his foresight to avoid getting caught in places that were off limits. He didn't have to be reckless because he could foresee all of the information said reckless behavior would gain him without actually doing it. He was never caught on camera in places that would look too suspicious.

With that knowledge, they were carefully planning out a method to eliminate those in charge and protect the people trapped here. The most important thing was to determine the locations of all exits and potential hiding places.

He spent some amount of time working with volatile chemicals and other substances requiring his specific abilities to navigate.

Orion’s job was simple, mix those volatile chemicals and hope they don't blow up. Not that he would, his foresight ensured that he wouldn't make stupid mistakes.

The explosions he avoided weren't all that bad either, he'd have to be intentionally mixing the wrong chemicals to make an explosion large enough to cause more than some minor burns or injuries. Which was possible for someone with little understanding of the chemicals or difficulties in distinguishing between them.

Whoever they had doing this job prior was likely expendable to them, so either their understanding was limited, or they struggled with identifying some of the unlabeled chemicals leading to their demise. An unfortunate combination was most likely. The safety equipment was also lackluster save for the room itself being well built for its purpose of containing blasts. Orion thought that surely there was a reason they couldn't just get any other professional to do this sort of work. Which only became clear when he could hear someone fighting just outside the lab hardly a week later.

“The blast doors will protect the rest of the facility, but they will not protect you if you get too close. Orion is the only one allowed in there, you have to leave.” An Eta scientist said to someone just outside the door.

It was Phalaris, again.

“What's all that about Orion?” Ricky asked.

“It's that Phalaris character again. He must have come back after meeting with BioPort’s President for the fifth time today. Is he really that fixated on me?” Orion asked.

“We don't have a lot of information on him yet. He hasn't been at the main laboratory until now.” Claire said looking through files. “We only know about as much as you for the moment, but I’ll keep you updated.”

“Alright there's something about him that's interfering with my foresight somehow. It's manageable but difficult, so I plan to keep my distance for now.” Orion informed them.

“Strange, I’ll look into that as well.” Claire said. “Maintain that distance until we figure it out.”

“Yes ma’am.” Orion said.

Orion was worried he'd have to work through the night just to avoid coming in contact with him, but he left after a few hours. Back to whatever duties it was that held him up for most of his days.

Orion remembered the woman on the ship saying he would be going out to do field work of some sort… but now it seemed that was no longer the case.

It was evident that whatever field work he was initially doing was called off in favor of stalking Orion. But he also heard rumors of a traitor in the Lambda lab, which may have played a role in his decision to stay.

"Whatever change happened, should still be within the confines of the plan." Orion told himself, yet he couldn't quite quell this anxious feeling he had.