Gator-Head approached the cliffside facility with caution. It loomed before him. Smoke billowed from tall chimneys, blocking out the full moon. The building was incredibly well guarded, with high barbed wire fence, a moat of some unspeakable liquid (Gator-Head imagined it was probably waste product from the unthinkable science taking place behind the smooth white walls), and a large sign that said "Keep Out". In fact, there didn't appear to be any entrance of any kind.
Gator-Head wasn't even sure if he had the right building. Since his unceremonious exit from Dr. Hawthorne's lab, he had made his way through the seedy underbelly of town, beating answers out of anybody who looked like they might know. His scaly skin had protected him well in the barfights, and his interrogations had led him here. Regardless of whether or not it was Dr. Hawthorne's lab, it was a shady place, and he was sure that he could find more information inside, if he could only find a way in...