| Chaos vs. Order |
[06 May 2008|06:47pm] |
At least the room was bigger.
Much bigger then the cells. Along one side, high up above, near the ceiling, was lined a one-way mirror, angled in such a way as to give a panoramic view of all which laid below. The chairs and table, made out of what looked and felt like stainless steel, were bolted to the floor. A few minutes prior, the prisoner had been brought in, cuffed in plastic restraints around wrists and made to sit there. Small, ball-shaped cameras were embedded at each highest point of the four corners of that location, looking down, constantly monitoring. Not just in one visual spectrum, either, but multiple. Everything about the creature was being observed and logged for later examination.
And she was dying. Or so it seemed... As the weeks went on, so the prisoner seem to become less and less energetic.
Nevertheless, the sudden clang of that door unlocking, was almost enough to wake the dead. While armed guards remained posted outside, in stepped an immaculate walking suit of a man, neither particularly old nor overly young. Everything about him seemed to radiate 'government'. A man who, once the door was closed, approached that table with a file, placed it down and took his own seat. An observant, "Hm," was made and the brief's contents were opened with a click.
"Miss Anderson... Or perhaps we should begin with a more truthful, 'Allen'?"
Leah raised her head and stared with a dull, listless expression. She hadn't paid much attention to the guards as they'd moved her from her cell, Homeland Security clearly knew enough about her to have female guards that looked like Russian wrestling champs move her rather than males out of GQ . There had been no opportunity to feed since they'd taken her from the cops weeks ago, and the hybrid was beyond hungry.
Still...something held her back from trying to pump the air full of her scent and drain the agent into a empty shell. There was enough intelligence left behind those eyes to know that if she tried she'd probably sign her own death warrant.
A flicker of surprise crossed her face at the mention of her real name, but she stayed silent. Waiting.
Let them do the talking for now, she didn't feel like she had the energy.
( Trust )
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