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[celticcangel]

@the-dark-omochao

11.15.xx.15.08.45

In scanning for G.U.N’s facilities, she found quite a few that were not publicly known. The task was finding out which one was Bandergate. Using other data and cross-referencing, optimizing her scanning techniques, it would be possible for her to narrow it down to three facilities which were prisons or laboratories hidden off-the-grid. However, one was quite in plain sight--Area 51.

Area 51 was a research facility, not known to be any sort of prison. Everyone knew where it was, just not what exactly G.U.N did there. It was heavily guarded, private, and trespassing within a few miles of the facility could warrant ‘acceptable termination’ by law. If there was truly anything shady about the press release Kuro had downloaded, this would be the actual location where they were keeping Brennt.

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Something was slipped through a crack to him. He sensed its mass to be terribly thin... was it paper? He couldn’t see it, but it seemed it should be paper...

“Oh, that’s right... You can’t read. Let me read it for you--from my copy.” The scientist cleared his throat.

“𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜: 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢--𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝟸𝟿 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐--𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙶.𝚄.𝙽. 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙶.𝚄.𝙽. 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝟾:𝟸𝟼 𝙰𝙼, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 ‘𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌.’

 ‘𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜--𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝.’ 𝙰 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙶.𝚄.𝙽. 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎, ‘𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍,’ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚌, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 

‘𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚛. 𝙴𝚐𝚐𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜--𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜--𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢... 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.’ 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍. 

‘𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝟸𝟿 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚜... 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.’ 𝙰 𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. ‘𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎--𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢.’

 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚌 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙶.𝚄.𝙽. 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜. ‘𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜--𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍; 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐.’ 𝚃𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜: ‘𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚢--𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚝.’ 

𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.  𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛--𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚙.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻𝚝𝚑.”

“I am not a pirate.” The fallen angel droned quietly, trying to ignore the consequences of such a publication.

In turn, the scientist also ignored him and sadistically chimed, “It looks like you won’t die today, after all. After all, we have to let you see your friends when they show up.”

The blonde’s stomach twisted into a knot.

[celticcangel]

"We'll be terminating you tonight. Are you scared?"

He paused to genuinely consider. Did he know true fear anymore? It was eternity. But was this that fear he still bore? "...No."

Not death.

"You should be. We'll make sure you're begging to die before we're through with you?"

"More pain to give me? Such a lovely gift."

"Wipe that smug look off your face. If we can't punish you directly, you can die knowing we'll hunt down your friends. Tell us about them."

An ear gave the slightest twinge at the suggestion, but he knew it was a bluff. "No one ever loved me."

"But you love someone, don't you?! We know how much you sold yourself for!"

"...My interests are irrelevant. No one ever loved me." He calmly repeated.

"You do love someone, and we'll sure as hell find out who!"

"Unlikely."

"Not if we can use you to lure them."

The blind tenrec froze.

He didn't beleive he was loved, but the smallest part of him feared that such scheme would actually work.

[celticcangel]

11.07.xx.10.38.04 Failure. The alarms blared in ears, in his mind. Failure. The flashing red lights glared at him in the most judgemental manner from all sides, assessing his physical worth. Failure. Worthless. Failure. His power was too weak. He was dragged, screeching, back to his cell with his restraints now reinforced. And there they pinned him to the floor and sought to brainwash him with their various abusive tricks and tactics. Die. Die. They should all die. Failure. Weak. Worthless. Failure. "You've violated your agreement with GUN, killing our colleagues! You'll suffer for this!" Turning to face the voice, he smiled darkly. "I have already been suffering. The pain is monotonous now." He was slapped, gouged, punched and kicked. But it all felt as usual. He was numb inside, all except for anger... How could he let them recapture him? Was he really so pitiful? Hatered boiled within him. He wouldnt fail next time. "We have one last experiment before we terminate you."

[celticcangel]

The contrast between dark cells and bright lights of the inner rooms wasn’t easy on the eyes, but the contents within those rooms were much more unnerving. The amount of discomfort he felt gave him a strange sort of anxiety.

They were taking away his few belongings--starting with his clothes.

“So you’re a fallen angel?” One scientist asked, sneering. She and all the others seemed not to believe it--not yet.

“Yes.”

The room erupted with a mocking sort of laughter. The tenrec grit his teeth, both angered and refusing to show humiliation in light of the situation.

Ignore them. Ignore. They’ll not bother to talk to you after long.

“Where are your wings?”

“What came first, the chicken or the egg?”

“I lost my wings.” A fresh outburst of laughter sounded from human vocals. More quietly, he continued. “I lost my memory...” The sinister amusement by these others continued, not one of them showing any polite nature or empathy. He lightly clenched his fists.

They’ll shut up. They’ll stop laughing. Their primary pleasure will come from physical abuse. Let them laugh; they mean nothing. They are nothing. No one will ever care for you, here. No one anywhere will ever care for you.

“Well, looks like soon we’ll know more about you than you know about anything.” They started to take his lone instrument from his hammerspace.

Brennt swallowed his pride, keeping a straight face. “Can I keep my violin?”

“...We’ll hold it for you.” The reply wasn’t sarcastic, persay, but it was without any kindness and held a cruel sting. At this point, the cyborg decided not to talk to them anymore. “Take him to operation lab 12. Our restrictions on this one are apparently limited, so we have a lot of work to do.”

The blonde’s hands had been handcuffed, and the scientists grasp on him was strong and rough. He hesitated slightly in urging himself forward to go with them, and was consequently yanked.

You wanted this. You want the pain. You want every reason in the world to hate them. Let them have their fun. Let them rip away your every emotion. You won’t have to feel anymore. You’ll be free. And once all your feeling is gone, they’ll pay.

“How are we supposed to get at his lungs if we can’t interfere with his machine?”

The leader of the group turned to this latter scientist, smirking. “Tearing out everything but his heart is a piece of cake.”