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From Division Mission
Nearly twelve hours had passed since Marlene and the boy were brought to Division. The boy was bandaged up, healed by other Stitchers. Marlene was also looked after. She came too slowly...
"Nnn...?" she blinked a few times, glancing around the large room. On a bed to her left was the boy she had brought to Division. There were a few others standing over him. She adjusted her bed, so she was sitting up. "You!" she said loudly, startling a the group of men over the younger man. "Turn off mien support crap!"
One of the techs came over to her. Removing her pulse-rate device, and turning off the machines. He then went back over to the boy, "So?" he asked the only male that looked as if he didn't belong in the hospital wing.
"Hmm." sighed the man in the black suit. "Not sure just yet." he stood between the beds of Marlene and the boy. "So, I take it, Lady Death, that this is not Anne Bell Montgomery?" he said softly towards Marlene. "Bringing him here, wasn't in your mission description." his voice was ever so soft.
A look of worry crossed Marlene's face as she had been getting out of the bed she had been in. She paused, mid standing, face glancing at the floor. "Eh...? Um." she stood next to him carefully. "She caused mich a lot of damage. Be lucky I brought anyone back!" she tried to bring up her anger again.
He looked at her, catching her only good eye. "And, if you keep failing your missions, what ever should I do to punish you with? Maybe your little girl isn't very important to Division as we once thought?" he said every so softly. "Maybe, one less mouth to feed would be best for Division?" his green eyes turned black, until nothing but darkness filled them. "You have to find Anne Bell, only she knows were your little girl is."
Marlene had been about to protest, "You wouldn't.... dare!?" but her attention was brought straight to his eyes. Then an uncontrollable urge to find Anne Bell filled her. "Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed loudly, a sound that was full of rage and sorrow. She was dashing from the room, dressing as she went.
"Mmph!" smirked the suit. Looking down at the boy who started to stir from his slumber. "Its alright, young man. You are safe here." he said, eyes black as he Pushed the boy's mind to submission.
Groerg shifted his head from side to side. His brain felt like it was filled with fog. Voices that made no sense filled his head. He tried to open his eyes, but they were like lead. Finally they opened a crack and there was a man in a suit. He believed the words the man was saying, that he was safe here. He blinked, but wait, if he was safe, why had he been knocked out? He struggled to make sense of all the thoughts, but finally sagged back from his struggle to sit up. He let himself fully believe that he was safe, that one thought crowded in and made him forget the others.
Nearly twelve hours had passed since Marlene and the boy were brought to Division. The boy was bandaged up, healed by other Stitchers. Marlene was also looked after. She came too slowly...
"Nnn...?" she blinked a few times, glancing around the large room. On a bed to her left was the boy she had brought to Division. There were a few others standing over him. She adjusted her bed, so she was sitting up. "You!" she said loudly, startling a the group of men over the younger man. "Turn off mien support crap!"
One of the techs came over to her. Removing her pulse-rate device, and turning off the machines. He then went back over to the boy, "So?" he asked the only male that looked as if he didn't belong in the hospital wing.
"Hmm." sighed the man in the black suit. "Not sure just yet." he stood between the beds of Marlene and the boy. "So, I take it, Lady Death, that this is not Anne Bell Montgomery?" he said softly towards Marlene. "Bringing him here, wasn't in your mission description." his voice was ever so soft.
A look of worry crossed Marlene's face as she had been getting out of the bed she had been in. She paused, mid standing, face glancing at the floor. "Eh...? Um." she stood next to him carefully. "She caused mich a lot of damage. Be lucky I brought anyone back!" she tried to bring up her anger again.
He looked at her, catching her only good eye. "And, if you keep failing your missions, what ever should I do to punish you with? Maybe your little girl isn't very important to Division as we once thought?" he said every so softly. "Maybe, one less mouth to feed would be best for Division?" his green eyes turned black, until nothing but darkness filled them. "You have to find Anne Bell, only she knows were your little girl is."
Marlene had been about to protest, "You wouldn't.... dare!?" but her attention was brought straight to his eyes. Then an uncontrollable urge to find Anne Bell filled her. "Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed loudly, a sound that was full of rage and sorrow. She was dashing from the room, dressing as she went.
"Mmph!" smirked the suit. Looking down at the boy who started to stir from his slumber. "Its alright, young man. You are safe here." he said, eyes black as he Pushed the boy's mind to submission.
Groerg shifted his head from side to side. His brain felt like it was filled with fog. Voices that made no sense filled his head. He tried to open his eyes, but they were like lead. Finally they opened a crack and there was a man in a suit. He believed the words the man was saying, that he was safe here. He blinked, but wait, if he was safe, why had he been knocked out? He struggled to make sense of all the thoughts, but finally sagged back from his struggle to sit up. He let himself fully believe that he was safe, that one thought crowded in and made him forget the others.
He smirked, "That is it, young man. Relax. All is well." he stood up straight, "You!" he called to one of the Techs. "Now, be sure to have his measurements taken, boy's clothing is." he looked for the right word, looking over at the blood soaked jacket. "Unfit, for our new friend here."
He waited for the young man to once again become conscious. "My name is Surge Bogdan Titov. I am one, hm. Of the bosses here. I will make sure you are kept well, and taken care of."
