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"This one, too," a suited male spoke, motioning towards a young girl no older than eight.
Two men nodded and led her into the gray bus parked outside the orphanage. The establishment's owner watched on with a mixed look of relief and guilt. Relief that he'd no longer need to worry about her causing anymore trouble; guilt that he was giving such a young girl up to the government for god knows what.
They knew better than him how to deal with her type though. To him, that was all that mattered.
The girl didn't go easily. She was rambunctious, and tried to fight back. Unfortunately, her powers were useless against them — she couldn't even get them to work. Within seconds of her kicking and screaming fit's start, she was in the bus, being driven to what would be her new home.
All she'd remember from that night is that it was raining.
A familiar alarm resounded throughout the facility halls.
Laura Weiss grunted and opened her eyes. Sitting up, she looked about the small room she was afforded. Other than a small dresser and some personal belongings they afforded her, there wasn't much to see. She would've hated it if it wasn't all she knew.
"Rise and shine." A male's voice spoke through the door leading to her private quarters. She and several other Constants woke up to the same routine everyday. They didn't all share the same handler though.
Hers was a man named Michael, and she only shared him with one other — a girl named Eva. He was an alright person who just did his job. He tried his best to make their time here more enjoyable, but there wasn't much to be done for it.
They were prisoners that didn't know they were prisoners. Or rather, those who had yet to adapt didn't.
Laura knew better, but said nothing. Making a fuss in here would be like calling attention to oneself in the middle of enemy territory. She'd quickly be silenced, as so many others were.
Changing her outfit and fixing her hair, the redhead donned her trademark hat and left the room. As usual, Eva was up first, breakfast already in hand. They were woken up in alphabetical order, so that would always be the case.
Fetching her own morning meal of bacon, eggs, toast, and more bacon, she took a seat across from Eva. Though the two were competitive in training, they got along well enough outside of that. They'd be paired up as a unit once their training was complete, so they'd decided early on that it would do them both well to try to maintain some semblance of a friendship.
Talk is cheap though, and their teamwork was still very much rusty. They wouldn't be seeing any action anytime soon, to say the least.
"Same ol', same ol'?" she asked, knowing what a silly question it was.
Two men nodded and led her into the gray bus parked outside the orphanage. The establishment's owner watched on with a mixed look of relief and guilt. Relief that he'd no longer need to worry about her causing anymore trouble; guilt that he was giving such a young girl up to the government for god knows what.
They knew better than him how to deal with her type though. To him, that was all that mattered.
The girl didn't go easily. She was rambunctious, and tried to fight back. Unfortunately, her powers were useless against them — she couldn't even get them to work. Within seconds of her kicking and screaming fit's start, she was in the bus, being driven to what would be her new home.
All she'd remember from that night is that it was raining.
A familiar alarm resounded throughout the facility halls.
Laura Weiss grunted and opened her eyes. Sitting up, she looked about the small room she was afforded. Other than a small dresser and some personal belongings they afforded her, there wasn't much to see. She would've hated it if it wasn't all she knew.
"Rise and shine." A male's voice spoke through the door leading to her private quarters. She and several other Constants woke up to the same routine everyday. They didn't all share the same handler though.
Hers was a man named Michael, and she only shared him with one other — a girl named Eva. He was an alright person who just did his job. He tried his best to make their time here more enjoyable, but there wasn't much to be done for it.
They were prisoners that didn't know they were prisoners. Or rather, those who had yet to adapt didn't.
Laura knew better, but said nothing. Making a fuss in here would be like calling attention to oneself in the middle of enemy territory. She'd quickly be silenced, as so many others were.
Changing her outfit and fixing her hair, the redhead donned her trademark hat and left the room. As usual, Eva was up first, breakfast already in hand. They were woken up in alphabetical order, so that would always be the case.
Fetching her own morning meal of bacon, eggs, toast, and more bacon, she took a seat across from Eva. Though the two were competitive in training, they got along well enough outside of that. They'd be paired up as a unit once their training was complete, so they'd decided early on that it would do them both well to try to maintain some semblance of a friendship.
Talk is cheap though, and their teamwork was still very much rusty. They wouldn't be seeing any action anytime soon, to say the least.
"Same ol', same ol'?" she asked, knowing what a silly question it was.