“Has he stopped screaming yet?”

Lieutenant Chase looked over his shoulder to find his captain standing behind his chair. “Oh, uh.” He cleared his throat, attempting to sound important. “It comes and goes, sir, but I think it’s almost cleared through his system.”

“Can you tell what he is yet, Lieutenant…”

“Chase, sir.” He turned to check his instrumentation. “He should be a healer, sir.”

The captain nodded and stroked his chin. “Good, there’s a need.”

“Yes, sir.”

The captain walked closer to the two way mirrored wall that separated him from his newly activated healer.

“Call me when you’ve discovered what class he is.”

“Yes, sir.”

The man had stopped screaming over an hour ago. The drug had completely gone through his system, leaving only its effects behind. Lt. Chase had known his class for twenty minutes but was too shocked and scared to call his captain. He didn’t want to be the one to disappoint him.

He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He’d been so preoccupied he hadn’t heard the herald of footsteps in the corridor.

“Anything yet?”

“Yes, sir.”

Chase gulped down his own nervous spit and fumbled with the buttons in front of him.

“Well?”

“Sir, I’ve checked the instrumentation three times, run two diagnostic checks.”

“Well?” The captain’s tone became clipped and impatient.

Chase gulped again before continuing. “He’s a class three, sir.”

“A what?”

“Class three, sir.”

“That means…”

“Yes, sir.”

“But that’s impossible.” The captain walked again to the glass wall, staring with open disgust and contempt at the man that lay strapped upon it.

“Kill him,” he said finally, turning from the mirror.

“Sir?” Chase looked up in surprise.

“We don’t need his kind.”