To a normal person, subject 11's body distortion next to a giant praying mantis would be a thing from some hellish nightmare, but Jacob had been through it all before, it came with the job. He stopped half way down the hall, still wanting to try a diplomatic approach, but not wanting to get to close. It was clear they had no intent to play nice. "I dont make the rules subject 24 I just follow them. Now please, this is your last warning, return to your cells." At his last words, metal came up from the neck of his suit and enveloped around his face, forming a helmet that glowed a slight blue. His FAL kept to his chest, but his finger twitched along the grip.