Sergeant Major Stones watched from the two sided mirror as #2 watched old music videos on the television. Violet eyes darted from face to face on the screen occasionally as she bobbed her head and danced on her seat from the couch. Eiffel 65's "Blue" was playing and #2 new all the words. Well, why wouldn't she, its been about the hundredth time she's listened to it.
"The girl is #2. Now don't be fooled, surely she looks like a teenage girl, but she's capable of so much more. Don't ever forget, these 'kids' are anything but. They're not even human." Stones rolled his eyes at the youth enjoying they're recreational time. The truth was, they were just teenagers, and were more human than 99% of the personnel he encountered during his career. Funny how the meaning of humanity is capable of spreading beyond Earth. Despite his own feelings, he kept his face void of any inferences.
"I'm surprised they're allowed to watch television and listen to music." The woman observed from beside the Sargent Major Stones. Her blue eyes soaking in the situation before her. Her red hair was tied tightly into a neat bun and her hands rested against her back like a well trained soldier, which is exactly what she was. Stones had nothing to do with choosing this one, and he was having a hard time reading her. Supposedly she was the best of the best, but Stones highly doubted that. Problem number one, she was a female. Go ahead, call him sexist, but he's learned from years of experience. Every female caretaker these kids have had have been on the opposite ends of the spectrum. They're either too motherly, which is not what the job description is, or they're too cold hearted. Stones had a feeling about this one, and it wasn't great.
"Yes well you won't have to worry about what media they're exposed to. Everything is monitored by top scientists and with everyone's best interest in mind. Just remember your training and never let your guard down. As you know from training, mental blocking is exhausting and takes constant focus. If you feel yourself slipping, or suspect that you may be under their influence you use your emergency backup without hesitation."
"Understood."
"Good, now go introduce yourself. They'll be going into training soon."
The woman entered and #2's eyes widened upon landing on her. She sat straight up and lowered the television. She appeared to be struggling with containing her excitement. "Hi. You must be the new caretaker." #2 approached tucking her some of her loose brown hair behind her ear. "I'm Alex." She extended her hand, but all the caretaker did was stare at her outstretched palm with a raised brow.
"You can call me, Staff Sergeant. And let's be clear, I'm not here to be your girlfriend or your mother. I'm here to make sure you stay in line."
Alex's eyebrows raised high into her forehead and glanced at her reflection in the mirror, only her glare wasn't directed at herself.
Great, this relationship was off to a wonderful beginning.