The trip to Batten Industries hadn't been a pleasant one to say the least. Between Renna's attempts at clawing his eyes out, strangling him with her one good hand, and you know..trying to eat him, it was a thoroughly miserable affair. In the back of his mind remained the knowledge that he should have had someone contact Fio about the whole situation, but in all honesty there really hadn't been time. At least to his sense of things that's the way it all had been percieved.

Hopefully this Kyle knew enough of Renna's unique capabilities to have at least some adequate precautions in place for their arrival. Once again Katt proved to be of far more worth than she gave herself credit. Taking in the image of Ed's personal sanctuary, the Mogul took a breath as the protective bubble that housed himself and Renna drifted closer to the main door. He really didn't want to risk Renna accidentally contaminating an innocent.

Then again, a giant green floating bubble is rather hard to miss, maybe they had a cargo door somewhere he could float through to make it easier on all of them. One thing remained, he needed to see the Betrayer secured before dealing with the firestorm his actions would bring. Ultimately, he owed fealty and allegiance to one governing body...and that group was far, far, from Rhydin.

"I'm Leo Heracleides, head of security for Batten Industries. We're ready for you, sir."

"I'm not the one you need to worry about Leo" carefully he shifted the decaying Renna in his arms, casting her a look of compassion. He meant what he said to Issy that no one deserved to end this way, no matter their crimes. Any other meeting and he would have offered a more polite introduction. "Need to get her to those cells ya boys have, then see about getting a cow. Not sure if its any relation, but constant feeding seems to slow the process"

He looked from Leo to the awaiting doorway, keeping in motion but letting the other man lead the way. "Thought we'd test these things out on Kain first, looks like we start with the teleporter instead. Your medical team on standby as well? Just to be safe, quarantine me as well once she's secured. Don't want to risk any form of infection."

Seeing Renna placed within the containment chamber, the Mogul felt little relief really. There was far too much work left to be done and so little cooperation taking place between those that needed to work together. Things were all wrong in the city. They all knew it, and they were all playing catch up just to try and figure the mayhem out. Quite literally bathed in the blood of the Betrayer he almost wondered if it would convey some mystical effects. Given her viral nature it was a worthy thought, what might her blood do to the dormant nature of the disease all ready within him?

Then again, if Batten sensors picked it up he'd have more to worry about than what effects her blood might have on his physiology.

Fortunately for others, the Virus inside of Renna was target specific, made just for her...

A whole week had gone by, and her condition only worsened with the lack of flesh to consume. She required the total mass of at least several people a day before her body would begin to mend itself again, but, even then, it would be a futile effort....The enhanced Death Blight that has infected her body, burrowed deep into the very marrow of her bones....

There was no way she could rid of it, without destroying herself in the process. Her body; regardless as to how much she can eat, in the end, will simply rot to the bone....

....And that was exactly what had happened during her first week in incarceration. Her flesh fell from her body in putrid chunks during the course of the first seven day, and it was not long before her once so clean cell became contaminated with her rotting flesh, left on the ground where it dropped, growing foul and horrendous. By the eighth day, there was nothing but a bloodied, rune covered ashen coloured skeleton laid to rest upon the center of the cell, amongst the foetid filth.

Renna, was strangely silent. She barely kicked up a fuss, and responded to absolutely no stimuli whatsoever. It was almost as if the cell, had become her tomb. She didn't move. She didn't talk....She just laid there, as if waiting patiently for something.

For what, though"

But then, on the tenth day, she finally stood. The skeletal mass, missing entirely one arm from above the elbow, slowly made its way over towards the transparent wall. Hunched over and limping somewhat, she dragged her feet across the floor, extending a rather clawed skeletal hand out to press a single bloodied bony digit onto the transparent cell's boarder, and begun to draw in blood the insignia of her family crest.

The Inverted Pentagram, with a single tear drop at its centre, representing blood.

Around this; using the stale liquid her putrid flesh leaked out across the floor, The Betrayer had started to draw out a rather long and complex chemical formula....She did not stop at just one wall. Once she had ran out of space by the end of the eleventh day, she turned, and sketched out on the opposite.

The skull's jaw parted. Perhaps, she was smiling" It was hard to tell....But the more she covered the second wall in a continuation of the formula from the opposite side, the quicker her finger painted the blood and bile upon the transparent surface. To some, it might had seem like complete drivel, but to those who understood her, her Virus and its many strains, it was obvious as to what it all meant.

It was the complete chemical, biological and crystalline molecular formula of the original strain, but with some interesting additions. The crystalline elements had been mostly replaced with the symbol for Batten Industries, and the chemical program for the magical mutation in the host had become completely re-written into something far more spectacularly complex, incorporating again, Batten Industries' insignia.

Renna finished the final chain, and stepped back to admire her work. Her entire cell had become a tapestry of gore, but the brilliance behind her idea written everywhere....Was her most twisted design yet.

All she had to do now, is get her hands on the resources to create it. But how?

The question silenced the Betrayer.

She slowly dipped to kneel upon both knees amongst the filth, and once again, simply fell silent, and immobile.

"Sir, I think you should have a look at this."

He looked away from the holographic projection of what appeared to a three-dimensional blueprint of a house. Three stories in all, if one included the basement, nearly twelve thousand square feet of space, it was a grander home that what had originally been standing at the site of his old Manor, just above him. The rubble from that mess had been cleared away weeks ago, leaving the intact basement below untouched.

Now he was redesigning the whole thing from the ground up. Bigger, stronger, and completely automated, the new house would make the old one seem like a primitive hovel. The final touches were almost in place when the golden, petite feminine holographic image of his AI popped up next to where he was working.

He knew she wouldn't interrupt him unless it was something he really had to see, and o he nodded and stepped back from the wireframe schematic. "All right, Di. Save de changes to de Manor project an' show me whatcha got."

The AI blinked once, a sign she was processing information, before the wireframe vanished. A moment later another image took its place.

He recognized it immediately - Renna's cell, one of eight such in the basement of his company's security building. But now, there was a distinct difference in both the occupant and the cell itself.

The scrawlings all over the walls didn't look like much to him at first - he was looking at the occupant, Renna, and her dessicated state. He knew they had been supplying her with live food per Race's recommendation, but it seemed that what she required was a food supply that he balked at trying to acquire - live human flesh. In her current state, were she human, she wouldn't be able to move...and yet she had managed to draw...something...all over her cell walls. And then as he focused on them, he saw it.

"She's lost 'er damn mind..." He murmured to himself as he looked over her work. "Di, take de writin' she's got all over de walls in dere and lay it out for me. Two dimensions, end t'end."

"Yes, sir." The cell disappeared, replaced by a somewhat neatened version of the scrawlings, laid out in front of him in a broad swath of glowing letters, numbers, symbols. He frowned as he looked it over, shaking his head.

"Di, put in dividin' lines where de cell walls'd break dis up, an' make 'em into moveable panels." A second passed, and the lines appeared. Stepping forward, he reached out, touching one panel and moving it to another location, and then another, rearranging them until he was satisfied. Stepping back, he looked it over, nodding thoughtfully to himself, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"She's def'nitely outta her mind..."

The statuesque brunette was surprised to see who opened the door; and while she did not recognize him right away, she soon remembered him as he spoke. He had been by the Sanctuary only on one account, on Batten's business. Instead of responding to Kyle's query of a telephone at the Sanctuary, which Isuelt thought of a nuisance anyway, she huffed and rolled her shoulders.

Isuelt's voice, which was commanding most of the time, drew upon her extensive battlefield experience as she addressed Kyle. She knew this might be a pitch battle after all. "Renna, the Betrayer. I would request to see the prisoner. I have no doubt that you understand my history with her, as Batten keeps all of you up to date. If it makes you feel any better, you may accompany me to make sure I don't....take advantage of her helpless state."

It took the Scathachian warrior all of her self-control not to roll her eyes at her last few words. She knew that Renna, far from popular belief, was anything but helpless.

As Kyle stood like a colossal guard, skeptically looking Isuelt over, she put her hands on her hips and tilted her chin. "What' A Scathachian's word isn't good enough for you?" She didn't want to come off to overbearing, and her shadowy smirk endeavored to play up a casual air.

Although, at this point in the game, Isuelt was anything but laid back.