Noticing your character's general aura of doucheyness, Exictednuke, I would have assumed he would take the drugs then blow up the facility. 
No offense.
No offense.She was up and about earlier than usual, still adjusting to the jet lag. Amy had moved to her new apartment in this city only three days ago, her room still littered with bulging boxes. Today was her first day to explore, gather her bearings, and enjoy a connection with a new and foreign city. Heaving a contented but tired sigh, Amy strode down the street, a small black purse slung over one shoulder, both hands gripping plastic bags brimming with the bare essentials- bread, peanut butter, and the like.
The streets seemed mildly confusing, and having left her map at her apartment, she was left with only backwards memories to guide her home, which were hard enough to make sense of, having focused her eyes on the architecture and people that lined streets and crowded sidewalks. Feeling a mild sense of defeat, she stopped, and glanced to her left.
A long and slender alleyway stretched away from her, with enough girth for only two or so people to walk side by side. Was this the way I had come? It was dark, shadowed by the colossus buildings on either side. It was mildly familiar... Maybe she had passed it before? Gripping her bags a little more tightly, she turned down the alley.
She didn't realize her mistake until she was a third of the way through the long corridor. A shadow appeared at the end of the alley, a shadow against the light at the end of the tunnel. His body was tall, bulging, and hunched, clothed in baggy sweats. Feeling very small, Amy turned around.
A second man, shorter and leaner, was close behind, his hoodie masking his eyes and leaving only a grimacing mouth. Amy backed away- he walked faster, and in no time was running like a lion seizing its prey. Cornered, she backed against a wall of the alley, feeling her hands and feet run cold with fear, her heart racing to pump blood back into them. As she flattened herself against the cool brick, the smaller man stepped closer, and her plastic bags and purse fell to the ground.
"Y-You can take my money- there- take it!" The man didn't seem interested. Only then did she noticed the gun-shaped indent in his sweatshirt.
Time slowed. Both men crept toward her steadily, knowing they were victorious. At that moment, a loud explosion resonated from the end of the alleyway. All three heads turned to look- until Amy turned the opposite way to run. Her second mistake. The shorter man, surprisingly strong, grabbed her arm and wrenched her backward. She yelped, feeling his touch burn- but... he was wearing gloves? She smelt something odd, something like... burning flesh.
She turned to look, blue eyes widening in fright. His glove was smoking, burning around his palm. It quickly burnt away, searing the skin underneath. His face registered shock, then the pain, and he pulled away with an agonizing scream. Amy stood still, staring at her hands.
Not again... Not again...!
Her skin began to glow, her insides writhing and burning as though she bore a sun inside of her. She sank against the wall, sitting down with her forehead on her knees, pulling her legs close together with her arms. She rocked back and forth as the light continued to brighten, quickly flooding the alley with a light that mimicked the sun itself overhead. Her body screamed, tortured by both the frigid air outside, and the fiery heat beneath her skin. A tear drifting down her face, before evaporating.
