in the air and his steps cautious. “Don’t shoot.”
I closed my eyes and wiggled my fingers next to my hips, trying to regain a piece of composure. The scientists wanted us again. As a pair. Whatever they had planned, I would have to deal with the bastard once more.
“Subject 14 exiting,” I stated softly, controlling my breathing. I rolled off my cot, my own hands raised in the air and followed the rebellion leader outside our cell. I altered my gaze from the shirt stretched over is broad muscled back to watch as the guards shut the cell door, quiet and confused and worried rumblings now heard from inside.
One guard walked in front, the other behind us, while we moved down the walkway.
When we stepped out of the two security gates, I lowered my arms, following the bastard’s lead in front of me. The guards were silent as they led us to a new section of the facility. I kept my head down, but my eyes were constantly flicking to count security cameras. This time of night, there were less Kireg around, only a handful noted so far—even if the guard count was still high.
The tiling under my bare feet wasn’t as cold as during the day, the air-conditioning turned down at night. Our trek further through the twisting hallways was less abrasive on my body. Except for the walls, still the horrid white, always smelling of fresh paint, even in this different section. When we finally stopped walking, it was to wait for the lead guard to open the only door in this hallway.
He twisted the knob, the door unlocked. “Go inside.”
I walked in after Geo, our bare footfalls silent.
The door shut, clicking behind us, the guards leaving us alone.
The room was similar to the other observation enclosure. There were three solid walls with a see-through glass partition as a barrier to another chamber beyond. The lights weren’t on in the other room, but it contained three chairs and many cameras—none turned on—all aimed at the area we were in. There were no Kireg inside there—yet.
I didn’t move. My sight remained on the object in front of us. “Hell. No.”
The bastard didn’t comment, but he did move forward to examine it. His purple gaze was cold and thoughtful, his attention meticulous as he strode in a circle around the object. He shook his head slightly, then took a step back and crossed his arms, glaring at the item. He grunted, his consult quiet. “I honestly have no clue what they plan to do with it.”
I pointed. “It’s a barred enclosure. What do you think they’ll make us do?”
His gaze flicked in my direction. Irritated. “It’s a cage . And it’s too small for two people. Unless we’re supposed to fight over it, having us both here isn’t useful to their wants.”
I shook my head and marched forward, my regard on the cage. “We could both fit.”
“If we were smashed together maybe—”
“Exactly.” My nostrils flared. I couldn’t look at him. “But there has to be a catch. We already share a cell together, and we’ve already had…” I couldn’t even say it. “Anyway, making us lie close to each other after that doesn’t seem like the next step in their experiments.”
He bent at the knees, squatting to study the cage closer. “True enough.” He poked at it. Even grabbed one of the black metal bars to give it a good shake. It didn’t budge, the grim object bolted to the floor. The rebellion leader finally stood to his intimidating height.
“We’ll see soon enough what new, twisted game they have in mind. Because, as I said, unless they only plan to put one of us in it, I can’t fathom what this will be. I’ve only done this with one person before, not two.”
It didn’t surprise me he was an expert torturer.
War isn’t won without ‘intelligence’ given—at the expense of other lives.
The quiet that ultimately settled over us was stubborn. We had nothing else to speak about of use so we went silent, neither of us looking at each other any longer.
The time kept
I closed my eyes and wiggled my fingers next to my hips, trying to regain a piece of composure. The scientists wanted us again. As a pair. Whatever they had planned, I would have to deal with the bastard once more.
“Subject 14 exiting,” I stated softly, controlling my breathing. I rolled off my cot, my own hands raised in the air and followed the rebellion leader outside our cell. I altered my gaze from the shirt stretched over is broad muscled back to watch as the guards shut the cell door, quiet and confused and worried rumblings now heard from inside.
One guard walked in front, the other behind us, while we moved down the walkway.
When we stepped out of the two security gates, I lowered my arms, following the bastard’s lead in front of me. The guards were silent as they led us to a new section of the facility. I kept my head down, but my eyes were constantly flicking to count security cameras. This time of night, there were less Kireg around, only a handful noted so far—even if the guard count was still high.
The tiling under my bare feet wasn’t as cold as during the day, the air-conditioning turned down at night. Our trek further through the twisting hallways was less abrasive on my body. Except for the walls, still the horrid white, always smelling of fresh paint, even in this different section. When we finally stopped walking, it was to wait for the lead guard to open the only door in this hallway.
He twisted the knob, the door unlocked. “Go inside.”
I walked in after Geo, our bare footfalls silent.
The door shut, clicking behind us, the guards leaving us alone.
The room was similar to the other observation enclosure. There were three solid walls with a see-through glass partition as a barrier to another chamber beyond. The lights weren’t on in the other room, but it contained three chairs and many cameras—none turned on—all aimed at the area we were in. There were no Kireg inside there—yet.
I didn’t move. My sight remained on the object in front of us. “Hell. No.”
The bastard didn’t comment, but he did move forward to examine it. His purple gaze was cold and thoughtful, his attention meticulous as he strode in a circle around the object. He shook his head slightly, then took a step back and crossed his arms, glaring at the item. He grunted, his consult quiet. “I honestly have no clue what they plan to do with it.”
I pointed. “It’s a barred enclosure. What do you think they’ll make us do?”
His gaze flicked in my direction. Irritated. “It’s a cage . And it’s too small for two people. Unless we’re supposed to fight over it, having us both here isn’t useful to their wants.”
I shook my head and marched forward, my regard on the cage. “We could both fit.”
“If we were smashed together maybe—”
“Exactly.” My nostrils flared. I couldn’t look at him. “But there has to be a catch. We already share a cell together, and we’ve already had…” I couldn’t even say it. “Anyway, making us lie close to each other after that doesn’t seem like the next step in their experiments.”
He bent at the knees, squatting to study the cage closer. “True enough.” He poked at it. Even grabbed one of the black metal bars to give it a good shake. It didn’t budge, the grim object bolted to the floor. The rebellion leader finally stood to his intimidating height.
“We’ll see soon enough what new, twisted game they have in mind. Because, as I said, unless they only plan to put one of us in it, I can’t fathom what this will be. I’ve only done this with one person before, not two.”
It didn’t surprise me he was an expert torturer.
War isn’t won without ‘intelligence’ given—at the expense of other lives.
The quiet that ultimately settled over us was stubborn. We had nothing else to speak about of use so we went silent, neither of us looking at each other any longer.
The time kept
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