The boy at her side's face lit up with excitement, but as the group kept walking, not even acknowledging the existence of the way out they had passed, his smile faded. Where were they going? This couldn't be good, this was a bad situation, and they needed to just run. Pull away from the chains, break loose. No, that wretched man has a grip of stronger iron than the chains themselves. He slowed his pace drastically, which caused the chains held by the people in front of him to grow taut. They looked over their shoulders, the gruff-speaking man ordering for him to hurry up.
"But the exit's that way." He said, faintly motioning with restriction to the door they had passed.
“Shut up and follow.” He ordered, tugging hard on the chains, making the boy stumble slightly and then continue walking at the faster pace. He shook it off, putting on a strong front, probably in an attempt to keep Wren from worrying. Who was he anyways? He was overwhelmingly familiar, that was for sure. The situation at hand was more important though, she decided, looking forward. She couldn't even see past these people. They were being ultimately vague, but asking any questions more than likely wouldn't be beneficial in the least. The boy stepped a little closer to Wren, probably noticing the frightened and weary look she bore, murmuring some strangely cheerful words of comfort. "They must know another way out. That Exit probably doesn't go right out, or maybe it's blocked off."
She guessed that would make sense. His enthusiasm was strange in such a place, but maybe it was a good approach to it. Maybe they were going to get out. Maybe she and her new friend would live, go home, and find some nice dinner just waiting for them. Maybe a nice roast, or a party that just so happened to be going on, which would be transformed into a welcome home celebration. Home.. where was that? Well, anywhere but here, surely. Oh, stop the questions already, child.
"Here we are." The man with the clipboard chimed, he and the woman with him turning to face the kids, their backs to a door which must have been at the end of the never-ending hallway.
The woman spoke mockingly, as a lot of adults do to children who don't know any better than to go jumping off of coffee tables and such. "Now, you two have to be on your best behavior for these folk, okay? They're very important." She looked annoyed, abruptly taking a handkerchief from her pocket and wiping blood from Wren's face. Wren shrunk away slightly, but of course she was prevented from escaping her by the chains. "Oh, they really should have taken you for a wash."
"Hey, stop fussing over them. It's not necessary." The other lab coated individual spoke in annoyance.
"Come on, don't you think they should be a little tidy? I mean, the superiors are watching, right?"
"Just come on. Jesus, can't you idiots just take this a little more seriously?" The large man with the chains droned, pushing them out of the way, and opening the door. The room they found themselves in was no where near what she had expected. It was a large space with exceptionally tall ceilings. There were shelves and cabinets all over, full of various medications and medical tools. All of the walls and floor tiles, just like the rest of the facility, were excessively painted in white. So much of that one color was enough to give a person some mental instability. In the center of it all sat an empty table, which had been risen on one side so that it had a sharp tilt and anyone lying on it would feel as if they were about to fall off. The reason for this was apparent by looking up the wall which it faced. There, was a long window, which inhabited a small group of people, each sitting in their chair, judging, observing the room below, as if they were students at a university, studying a brain surgeon at work. One of them tapped a microphone he held in front of him, before speaking.
"Welcome back, you three. I'm guessing these are the only ones left?"
"Yes sir."
"Alright," The superiors voice was systematic, and without hesitation. "Please proceed termination of Subject 47B, anti-alias 'Jay.'"