William could not speak Russian. He heard learned French in high school, and Albert had taught him a few German phrases, but that was the extent of his foreign language ability. The words the man were speaking were clearly something else, and it only added to the growing dread in William's stomach. Holding the communicator to his mouth, he quickly jammed down on the talk button.
"He's awake," he said, quickly. "You can unlock the door now. He's awake."
William lowered the communicator, slowly. There was no reply.
Backing up, William stared at the table, his eyes wide. He would kill this man if he had to -- he had no reservations about that. But he didn't want to mutate. He would do anything to avoid that.