Just before he left the office a young soldier burst into the room, face flushed as he apologised and handed him two more observation reports to authorise. Minister Schwartz scowled and grabbed them, taking his suit jacket off again as he sat at his desk and quickly perused the reports. With everything he had just learned about this place he needed at least one night's rest to process it all. 

This place was much worse than he had ever thought it to be.

He ran his hand over his face as he picked up the first of the two reports, this one another member of wolf pack 32. He briefly wondered why this one hadn't been included with the others and made a note to ask Benjamin about it tomorrow.

He's so young, only seventeen but has killed that many? The thought made Schwartz uncomfortable. 

Kids that age should be at school, not running around and committing murder. He paused, wondering if non-humans can even be considered kids. Minister Schwartz shook his head, not wanting to think of the Subjects in any way but names on paper. The second he humanised them is the point at which he wouldn't be able to handle what they were doing at the facility. What he himself would need to do here.

No, for his own sanity he needed to think of them as nothing more than the sub human species that they were. They were monsters after all, with their claws and fangs and murderous intentions. The term non-human existed for a reason and he needed to remind himself that they were below humans in every sense of the word.

Schwartz picked up the last report, this one about a rogue werewolf, that was in some way connected to the werefox in the report he had just read.

This rogue werewolf was going to be a problem. Minister Schwartz had so many questions about the state it was in, but he pushed them aside as he signed and stamped the reports, handing them to the young soldier waiting nervously.

Those questions can wait until tomorrow. Right now he needed rest. 

And the bathroom.