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wherever I please. I’m not normal and I can’t pretend I am, I can’t just go to sleep

and forget who I am.

I glitch to my room and grab my emergency packed duffle bag and teleport

out to catch up to Elaine.

I’m lead into a car which Smith drives and Elaine occupies the passenger

side. I sit in the back staring out my window up at my apartment building. The

sun is just on the horizon just about to rise. I’m really gonna do this again aren’t I?
My mind blanks as the city terrain passes by and the silence screams I’m

making a mistake. I ignore it the best I can and try to focus on the pavement road

that changes to gravel that changes to dirt. The buildings turn to trees and then to

nothing.
Eventually the dirt turns to stainless steel flooring and fluorescent lights burn

my eyes. I get out of the car and dozens of people are running around like ants.

Two staircases lead upwards to another level with a constant flow of people going

up and down on each side. A few people in lab coats are working in a completely

glass covered room with a mysterious tarp in the center. Outside the door to the

glass bowl are two armoured guards with guns, not letting anyone in.
I am ushered into a hallway with countless doors. There are no people in lab

coats or street clothes, just endless amounts of guards marching up and down the

halls.

“What the hell is this place?” I ask out loud.
“The Ballistic Department’s Genetic Research Laboratory and Recruitment

Center.” Smith replies dully.

“Weird mix isn’t it?” I further question.

“Not really when you think about it, most of these guards aren’t recruited at

this department and are genetically negative…” Smith explains.

“Normal,” Elaine adds.