Olivia spared a kind smile to the nervous agent shadowing his older, more experienced colleague and she hopes some gentle gesture would make him more comfortable in her presence. She’d given up drilling the doctor for answers and opted to cut out the bullshit excuses for an honest opinion from the one person she trusted most with GADEM’s motives and operations. Her eyes sneaked a glance at the voice crackling to life over the radio, she recognized it as Samuel’s and patiently waited with the guards as per his request.
“Samuel”, she greeted him with a far more approachable glance than she did Emma, partly because she knew him far better than the red headed doctor. “In all honesty, I thought I’d cut out the middle man and find out what the hell went wrong here. I’m certain you’ll give me more clarity than Dr. Meridian”, there was a glare dancing in her gaze at the sound of another voice bursting over the radio. There wasn’t a single hesitation in her efforts as she sprinted after him hoping to stop the mutant’s small assault before Samuel put a bullet through his skull.
Olivia almost missed the gas masks on her way to Mr. Brooks’ cell, she stopped abruptly before turning to grab one with a low cuss ripping through her lips. She wasn’t ever a fan of tear gas but it’s effectivity ruled out her doubts. She met the open cell with Mr. Brooks pinned up against the glass, Sam facing him with a dangerous glare and a gun pressing against the skin of the mutant’s temple.
“Samuel!”, Olivia’s voice was stern and her shoulders stiff as she pulled her own firearm from the holster against her hip. She held it safely by her side as she stepped closer to the two men, “he can still offer us useful information, we’ll be idiots if we gun him down before he talks!”, she stepped closer with determination dancing in her complex gaze. Olivia harshly slammed the butt of the gun against his temple with more force than she needed.
While she didn’t necessarily want to kill him but she wasn’t against beating him for the blatant assault on one of their agents. Her blonde hair whirled over her shoulders as she turned to face one of the other agents inside the room clad in a gas mask. “Get him to medical, now!”, she turned her chin to glance at Samuel with a brief glare at the mutant by their feet, “I suggest putting the bastard under heavy sedation. We know everything he does by morning, by all means necessary”, she sighed stepping out of range of the tear gas, slipped the mask from her features and tossed it on a table.
She waited patiently for Sam to join her when she faced him with a serious glance, “I’m not here to ruin your operation. If it won’t be a bother to you and your men I’d prefer sticking around for a while. The facility remains under your orders, your protocol, your rules. I simply aid where I’m beneficial to the operation, if it doesn’t interfere with your plans that is”, the tense stiffness in her shoulders relaxed somewhat as she waited for Samuel to respond.
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Alex didn't really know what the hell was going on but he coughed and choked on the tear gas. His fucking eyes were burning and that asshole pulled a gun on him. What kind of fucked up prison was this anyways? A mutant prison. He didn't even know those existed. This shit wasn't constitutional. What about his fucking rights? Alex twisted and writhed. His lungs burned but he heard an authoritative lady voice calling off her dog.
"Listen to the smart lady asshole..." Alex choked. "Might just keep me from planting a boot in your ass." He got too cocky and one of the guards standing beside Alex flicked on his shock stick and zapped Alex in the ribs until he passed out. "Prisoner sedated." He said with a smirk. Alex went limp as the guards dragged him out of the cell and off to medical. This was all a crazy nightmare. When he woke up he'd be back at home passed out on the couch watching netflix. He was sure of it.
When Mr. Brooks awoke he was in medical. The room was neutrally painted and he was inside one of those special little glass bubbles. Couldn't have mutants using their powers. Although there was a chemcial pumping inside his cell that kept Mr. Brooks' powers sedated. He woke up groggily looking around. The place didn't look familiar. He had a nasty headache and his ribs hurt for some reason. He wanted to know what in the hell was going on, but he wasn't Alex anymore. He was his darkest persona Mr. Brooks. The need to defend himself forced his evil alter out into the open to access the situation and find out just what the fuck was going on. "Where the fuck am I?" He groaned looking for any context that might help him.
She asked about their chances of getting out of here in one piece. He had to actually surpress the sound of a laugh. "Well, let's see. I've been here..." He closed one eye and looked off to the ceiling as if he were trying super hard to remember. "About a month now? Maybe more It all get's sorta fucking blurry after awhile. It's not so bad though, they let me smoke. And look! I have my own bucket."
There was sarcasm in his tone. He was annoyed but not really with her. He sighed and then looked at her honestly. "Don't think there's much chance." He said rolling his eyes to the floor as if he were ashamed of his sarcasm and jumping down her throat for asking a simple question. When she asked him his name he froze. He thought about ignoring it.
It was dangerous to get attached to people in here. Making friends wasn't suggested because G.A.D.E.M. Will use you up and drag your body out of here before you have a chance to realize you just made friends with a dead man. Something in her voice though was soft and sweet. She could see she wasn't too happy with the terminator over there. He figured they might be a thing, but he wasn't sure. Still he told her his name. "Brian. Brian Bishop. Or as I'm so lovingly refereed to around this shit hole.... Mute."
He offered her a smile. A rare thing in this place. The smiles didn't last though as Andromeda started to flatline. Mute couldn't say they were really close, but he watched the efforts to save her with a vested interest. She was his only connection to home. The only connection to his sanity on most days. Looking over to her cell and seeing her sitting by herself, like she did so many times at the circus brought a wave of nostalgia back.
It was the only thing keeping the good vibes going besides his last joint, which he was honestly saving for the day he decided to kill himself in this hell hole. They brought her back from the brink and Brian sighed. "No, if we flat line I'm pretty sure they're going to toss you in a shallow grave and promptly forget about us." He admitted.
He started to laugh again until her cell flooded with gas and agent stick up his ass was back. Ever since Mute arrived here Brian couldn't stand the smug bastard. Brian stood up and moved up to the glass of his cell. He glared at Samuel and balled his fists. His eyes flicked to the unconsious girl in the cell beside him.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself pal. Leave the girl alone. You want to poke and prod someone for your experiments? How about me? Go ahead. Open the door. Come and get me." He dared him. He didn't know if Sam would go for his bluff but at least he could try and take the attention off Tiffany. That was his good deed for the fucking week.
