In an instant, 465 collapsed to the ground due to
mental overload. Various objects, necklaces, marbles, photos, keys,
tumbled from her pockets as she fainted. The eyeball has had so
recently held rolled from her fingers and hit the floor.
Reena Byrd was one of many who rushed forwards to reclaim the
objects strewn across the floor. She bent quickly and ripped the
gold chain from 465's grip before straightening and addressing
Black Angel's loyalist general.
"Thank you for your help, Elliot. We did not expect 465 to snap
like that as hypnosis has previously kept her under control.
I will see to it personally that it does not happen again. If you
are looking for Lady Song, she is likely to be in her office, I have
not seen her today."
Turning towards the rest of her men, the scientist began
giving out a list of orders. The lab needed to be clean, Isaac still
needed to be found, 216 had to be contained again, 465 was to
be taken to the psychosis ward, and she needed a glass...
no, make that a bottle of wine.
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"I don't think I'm able..."
Shiki was seated now, dressed in a white t-shirt as well as
his semi-dry trunks. He seemed calmer than before, though he
still looked as nervous as he had been in the moments past.
"You said this happened before. That I... I came back. What
happened that time? I mean, obviously they put me under again.
But if I remembered, why didn't I pretend last time, why did I go
back to hunting the others down?"
He was truly a mess, his hair sticking up at odd angles, the bags
under his bloodshot eyes.
"And how do you expect me to pretend to be someone I don't even know?"