The scalpel made another pass through her fingers as she contemplated, observing casually as her subject for the day sobbed and begged to be let go. She sighed and set the tool down, turning slowly to pace to the other side of her lab. Try as she might, replicating her father's work was proving to be harder than she anticipated. The whole purpose of her current project was to see if she could make more for herself, and if that worked, maybe pass it out to higher ranking runners.
That was if she could get it down. Calmly she pushed a few errant strands of hair behind her ear before she crossed back to her desk, jotting down a few more notes.
This was a failure. She'd have to dispose of the subject now, preferably leaving it in more than three pieces.
It. The Subject. She could hardly call it human. Frankly Hollynn tried to classify everybody she met, and she normally did a good job. It was just peo--subjects...like this one, that came through her lab that she just didn't bother with. Most of the time they left in body bags, and sometimes they left to become new Runners.
Sinking into her chair, Hollynn abandoned that train of thought, instead she set her mind on the growing pile of notes and paperwork she had yet to get to. Perhaps that was why an assistant was suggested, she was hardly amused at the idea, but in the long run...she'd said yes. Perhaps it would be an interesting experience, and if not that, an entertaining one.
Eyes rose to the door as she saw her secretary enter, alerting her to someone's arrival. Hollynn raised a hand and nodded, watching as the woman disappeared back through the door to presumably allow whomever it was entrance.