Re: [Woods: Gwen/Melody/The Sheriff]
[Gwen was about to ask questions about the games, but the sound of the UTV reached her ears, and she looked through the trees with cornflower blue eyes made her resemble a deer in very bright headlights. She was perfectly aware that people would be looking for her. The League was privately funded, and they were determined in a way that was fanatical. She wasn't just a test subject to them. To them, she was the answer to all their theoretical problems. Namely, how to produce an army that was fully aged and trained, without having to waste the money and resources on raising children to fight loyally among their ranks. At first, she'd thought her participation in their cause could better the world, that they could use what they learned from her to clone organs, and cure diseases, and prolong life (even eradicate death!), but now she wasn't sure anymore. Her old scientist had believed strongly in the cause, and he'd won her over to it with kindness. The new scientist viewed her as an extension of his petri dish, and Gwen wasn't sure about anything anymore.
She was totally ready to bolt, but then the man in the beanie stepped out of the woods, and she recognized his face from her many forays into the town intranet.
She knew the sheriff wouldn't recognize her, and he would have no reason to believe she was who she was, but that was okay. She trusted him, even if he'd been super short the last time she'd talked to him.
Melody was answering his question, and then the other girl was walking forward, and Gwen thought Melody was super trusting. Too trusting, and Gwen herself wasn't even majorly jaded. But she knew what it was to be property, and maybe that made her a little cautious. Melody loved her dad, and maybe that made her less concerned about being returned.
Gwen didn't move forward right away. Small and teeth chattering, she regarded Sheriff Martin with wary eyes.] Is there a warrant for our arrest, sir? If we come with you, are you going to hand us over? What are your immediate plans for us, if we come with you? The police station is probably being watched, if that was your inclination, and I think we'd prefer an alternate location. [She nodded toward the UTV, the IV mark from the side of her neck becoming visible in the UTC lights. The bruise was dark and large, and hints of tape indicated where the needle had been taped to skin for the central venous catheter insertion.] Are you sure no one's tracking that?