DEI did its best to promote a positive image of itself - a shining beacon of progressive science driving the world to a brighter future. But the brightest light casts the darkest shadow - and the underside of DEI certainly counted. Dylan Couch's laboratory was one of these shadows - a metaphorical skeleton in their closet, to contrast the literal one held up in one corner of his research area. Most of the bones were at least partially melted or burned, with the most recently destroyed bone having a post-it attached to the stump.
Racks of pills and liquids adorned a set of shelves besides the door, refinements and modifications for some degree of combat drug. One jar at the end is empty, and simply labeled "VENOM PROTOTYPE". Every other wall is adorned by some degree of technical diagram - cannons, vehicles, mechs - the Great Axion stands out, as does the MARV. Sheets and papers cover the holographic table taking up most of the room, an open space in the center displaying a curious sight - a sphere and a set of crystalline structures, with a scorpion tail slightly off to one side. The man himself is busy at work scribbling notes on a piece of paper while staring intently at the images presented before him. Occasionally the technical diagrams would vanish, to be replaced with security footage of the containment breach. Every repetition of the footage had him leaning in further, a project taking form. If this could be re-purposed... not weakened, not enhanced, but made variable... it could be a weapon and a stimulant at the same time. Troop enhancement, and a killswitch, all in one. The drugs had started as a pet project, but this was something more. He could combine his professional research into dimensional energy with his casual interests in chemistry... he just needed to make the sphere cooperate. That. That was the next problem to solve....
Dimensional Crystal residue - destruction in record time - wear thicker gloves in the future.