The dart fires from his gun, implanting itself in the orcs arm as he yells in triumph. A spray of cum shot from his dick and covering Douglas's face. The human instinctively closing his eyes and firing two more shots. Hearing a heavy thump as he wipes off the seed and sees the orc has collapsed on the ground. Sprawled out on the other brute that he took out earlier. Wasting no more time, he goes to the door and leaves this facility. The sun now set outside as he uses the newfound darkness to exit the building and travel behind the guarding orcs.
It's not hard to find the main office where the antidotes are. There's a large three-story complex in the middle of this facility, and Douglas decides to move towards it. Keeping a steady pace, working past the openings and towards the central structure which is brightly lit. It's hard to find a point of entrance... maybe he could charge inside. Yeah, that should do it. Break through the window, run up the stairs, grab the antidote. A tusk filled grin had as he thinks of the last few steps, he can fuck a guard or two while he's running through.
The agent starts to walk out of his hiding place and to the large structure. Hearing tears and rips as he moves and finding each step harder than the last. Why is everything so damn tight? His large hands grabbing at his shirt's fabric. Tearing it at the seams to allow his broadening chest to breath. Flexing his arms to break away the remaining fragments. Damn it feels good to be free, to show off your bulky frame to whoever is around. Though Douglas isn't content yet, needing to expose the most important part of himself as he rips off his pants in a single movement. Discarding his gear and gun, letting his cock bob between his legs.
Now he's ready, breaking off into a full run past the facilities and through the first-floor window of the building. Breaking the glass, and only suffering a few cuts and scratches due to his tougher hide. The almost green skin protecting the turning man as he looks around to see surprised researchers and a charging guard. A minotaur in facility uniform, horns pointed towards the intruder, and the intruder using them as handholds. Stopping the creature before forcing its throat down his dick. Douglas dragging the bull along as he doesn't stop moving for a second. The mythological beast enjoying the sudden intimacy as he holds on and gives in. Drinking down the victor's load, before letting go and being let go. Discarded on the ground as Doug starts to ascend the nearby stairs.
There's no guards around this floor. Just weak humans who run or hide from the newly emerging monster. Bah, weak! These humans need to toughen up. They need to be improved! The agent starting to stomp towards a cowering man, the worker hiding behind his desk. Trying to avoid the brutes gaze, and succeeding by chance. Douglas spotting a nearby cabinet which he can barely read. 'Antidotes'.
It stirs an almost distant memory in him. He was after this... right? For someone. He was going to use it on them. Was he? He looks to his now earthly green hand, knowing that somethings wrong but not able to tell what. Was... he going to need one of these? A part of him almost begs to look for something here. But why would he do that...?