China is in a panic. As global news flares across about several chinese politicians having connections to the Evotorium. As reports of them being buyers surface from interpol, while they deny any such claim. Meanwhile, the CIA reads reports from chinese spies. China has begun a purge of evidence... they wish to remove there connection, and keep the same pepole in power. As in China Evotorium networks collapse, and arrest occur superficially... while internal reports show that in nearly all operations... they are killing any recovered transformed. As accusations flew from china of false data, or ignorance, one politician publicly stated in a interview, that "We disagree with the UN's definition of transformed as human. How can we be sure there minds are still within there?" As propaganda from china slowly flows, trying to depict the transformed as not human. Interpol's announcements naming Chinese officials as buyers carried immense weight abroad, but inside China, they were dismissed as foreign disinformation. State media labeled the documents "fabrications of hostile powers," comparing them to Cold War propaganda and accusing the West of using humanitarian outrage to weaken China's global standing.
Meanwhile, in Mexico, a sniper looks thru a window, at a mansons guards. As he fires a bullet, killing one. Then another. As a group slowly sneak into the manson. A pudgy man sits having sets with woman in a room. As he tires out, laying on the bed. One of the woman notices the ugly bird in a cage of the room. Watching with a deathly stare into a wall, a green parrot, with heavily ruined feathers. The woman says "What a odd bird, Master..." The man looks over at it with a scowl. Then smiles with lust "Why yes... it is quite a horrible bird." He gets up, as he places it on the bed, in the cage. It shivers shrinking. As he says, "woman", as soon... they begin to pleasure him. As soon a substance falls on feathers. Soon, *bang*, as special Ops rapidly move in, arresting the man, and the woman. As the bird sits, unmoving. The man-baby panics, yelling about his rights. As he is dragged into a large truck, as Police surround the compound, as Interpol agents arrive, keeping a close eye on the police. As soon... a truck moves in. As opertivies raid files, and soon. Find the bird. As the bird is taken in its cage into a van.
Soon, a investigator looks at a brain scan of the bird... as it... shows... compressed human brain matter. Its a transformed. Soon, its transferred to a Transformed care facility in the US. While the pudgy cartel man was exposed as both... a cartel man, and a Evotorium Buyer. Elsewhere, a careworker stares at a bird. As it sits unmoving, as the feather care cream, is carefully applied to the missing feathers by a vet. Its talons griped to a table. Its gaze avoids them, blank... no... broken. The careworker sits near, as she looks at the bird. "We... know you were human. Can you please... respond." The birds eyes move, as it turns... not responding. Meanwhile, as they leave the room, secerity camras show, the parrot shivering on its pirch. As it reaches for its feathers, wiping off the cream, and shivering. The careworker sits "How... long have they been... in that form?" As the vet sighs deeply. "According to the file... at least 4 years in that fuckers... possession."
Soon, the unnamed transformeds caretaker is assigned. As the trauma specialist sits, with the parrot slowly eating the provided food. As Andria Lane sits. The bird eat. Eventually stopping. Moves... slowly, to drink water. Then... stops. Quite. Andria frowns slightly, but forces a smile, as she says "Good. You need to eat. Now..." She looks at the cream removed from the wings. The bird is hurting itself. As she says "Now... do you understand what i am saying?" She then speaks in spanish "Do you understand what i am saying?" Nothing. She sighs, as the bird watches her. Slowly shaking... at her words, response. "Good... you are still human... it's ok..." It suddenly shivers, shrinking away, walking to the edge of its perch. Time passes slowly. As the caretaker enters, with a story book. As the bird looks at the book, as its given food and water. It moves, eating. But avoiding Andria. As she slowly opens the book, and begins to read. The bird... turns away, looking away... but slowly, turns closer... as if listening.
A month goes by, as the bird sits, feathers growing in on its wings. As the vet applies a layer of cream, unmoving. "Good, good job." The vet moves to leave the room, as the caretaker follows. Andria says "She has been better lately... not removing the cream, even enjoying the music i play for her more." The vet nods "Yeah... its... always so... scary how well behaved the animal transformed are... they are worse then the more monstrous ones. Because... well... animals don't... stay still... knowing what you want to do. Its... uncanny." The man sighs, "Wish you luck." Andria nods, and replies "Same... but i find it more... complex. Its... well... weird learning how to read several species of body language. But... The hardest thing for me... is how scared some of them are of being human." She enters the room with the bird soon, as she sits, pulling out two DVDs. "What song you want?" She asks. The bird shrinks, looking at the two songs. As Andria sits, waiting. The bird seems... to focus on one more then the other. As she smiles, and puts it into the DVD player.
Meanwhile, National news flares about arrests, and raids. With photos of large animal trafficking rings found trafficking animalistic transformed arrested. While images of a massive griffin in a cage covers the front page of news. As reports of the collapse of buyer, and supplier networks to Evotorium facilities in most countries flood. As a CIA agent talks on a raid, saying "This set of transformed were found in a animal fighting ring... horrific. Buying pepole to be used for blood sport. Worse... most thought they were simply real mythical creatures. Our evidence points to such lies... being one of the major covers for the Evotorium. Sell to a in-the-know buyer, that buyer sells to others at even higher prices so called mythical creatures." Meanwhile, elsewhere, a wealthy man in a modern mansion is shaking in anger, as he is dragged into a car. Meanwhile... a woman, with massive angel wings. Unconscious, with signs of blood-letting lay in the basement. As its learned, she was sold as a real angel to this billionaire, as a way to gain immortality via drinking her golden blood. While, before sale... her voice had been cut away.
A doctor sits, looking at scans of bone structures. He frowns deeply, says with anger. "These wings... they are not even capable of flight!? Who the fuck... *sigh*..." He shakes his head, as the biologist enters the room, with the angels blood work, with a crazed face. "Her... blood... uh... its been found to be specially designed... to be a drug." His eyes go wide. "What?" As soon, he sits reading a blood report, reading the various addictive chemicals, and mixes of nutrients found in her blood. As soon... more medical results come back from the billionaire. The billionaire has cancer... and the blood was designed to reverse... but never kill his cancer. The doctor says with a dry, broken voice "Fucking horrific."