Kaecilius had not suffered Set's displaced anger. When Deathstroke and Gwen found him, he was wearing a black hooded cloak in the laboratory, feeding xenomorph creatures.
He tossed the corpse of a clone that had developed T-Virus antibodies into a partitioned chamber, then observed the Facehugger's parasitic process.
The cloning equipment Su Ming had seized from Jennix on Earth-802 had been sent to Little Ka long ago. Not only had he finished calibrating it, but it seemed he had already put it to use.
"Master."
Having received the teleportation alert, Kaecilius stood beside the laboratory equipment. He licked at the cracks in his dry lips and bowed to the Sorcerer Supreme.
Su Ming waved for him to rise, then looked at the corpse inside the reinforced glass enclosure. A bulge was shifting back and forth beneath its chest and abdomen.
"How's the experiment going?"
"Fairly smoothly. We should soon have a new cannon-fodder species. They carry controllable Zombie Virus strains and possess exceptional reproductive and parasitic abilities. Their intelligence is somewhat lacking, but domestication should make up for that. They'll be far more useful than tanks."
"Don't work yourself too hard. Beasts are cannon fodder, after all. They're meant to die in place of human soldiers. The key is lowering production costs, not making them too strong. And be especially careful with biological research. I don't want to wake up one day and find the disaster has landed on our own doorstep."
After giving his guidance, Deathstroke clasped his hands behind his back and toured the laboratory. The place was indeed somewhat eerie, like a snake's nest.
"Speaking of eating, has Set contacted you on his own? Or sent you a green hat or something?"
Kaecilius smiled and shook his head, appearing thoroughly rational.
"No, Master. It's true that I