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Prologue

The woman hadn't spoken a word. Not one. Damn, Dr. Brighton thought, staring through the one-way glass. They're always so uncooperative.

Through the glass a whitewashed, tiled room was visible. It seemed to be glowing, yet the extremely bright light came from no direct source. There were no visible doors, no windows except the one Dr. Brighton was looking trough. The only occupant of the room was a young woman.

She sat in a short wooden chair, hands in her lap. Her sleek blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, and her back was to the window, which, from her side, looked like a mirror. She sat calmly, unmoving, staring at the wall opposite of the glass, away from Dr. Brighton.

The woman hadn't said anything so far. Dr. Brighton had watched as the "professionals" had had their time with her, at first trying to talk to her, eventually getting slightly physical with her. At that point, Dr. Brighton had intervened from her watching place, reprimanding the guards, reminding them that they had no authorization to cause harm to the prisoner. Yet.

There was a sudden knock on the door to the control room where Dr. Brighton stood.

"Come in," she spoke without turning around.

The door opened behind her and she turned to see a hassled-looking man, panting, entering hurriedly into the control room. He had dark skin and short, charcoal hair, which was glittered with sweat. His long white lab coat looked disheveled.

"Jim?" Dr. Brighton asked, surprised to see her colleague. "What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Jim doubled over still panting. He had obviously run a long way to find Dr. Brighton, halfway across the compound from the looks of it. He tried to speak several times, but only huffing came out. Then finally, he caught his breath.

"They've… made one…" he said, still slight gasps in between words. "They… made an earpiece… to suit her…" He gave a smile through his gasping.

"Already?" Dr. Brighton asked, shocked at the news. She'd been told an earpiece wouldn't be ready for some time, several months even. She grinned as well. "How soon can it be tested? Do you have it with you?"

Jim shook his head, straightening up. "Not me. There are guards following me with it. It's fully functional, ready to test." There was suddenly the sound of multiple, trained footsteps outside of the room as half a dozen guards, dressed in full-body combat gear came into view of the door. "Ah, good. Here they are!" He turned to Dr. Brighton. "Would you like to accompany us?"

Dr. Brighton considered it. "No, I'll stay and watch. She'll probably struggle, and I hate to get my hands dirty."She made a go on gesture and turned back to the window.

"Suit yourself," Jim said cheerily, shutting the door after him. From inside the room, Dr. Brighton could hear her colleague speaking to the soldiers as he led them to the door of the cell. "Alright, remember, she's strong, a trained fighter, so don't hesitate to use brute force. Where's the earpiece? Ah, good. Now, I'll be in charge of getting it on her. Just focus on restraining her."

Dr. Brighton saw, through the glass, the hidden door in the cell wall open. Jim and the six guards filed into the room as the girl turned her head in their direction. She sprang up, knocking the chair over and saying things that the soundproof walls wouldn't let Dr. Brighton. Jim seemed to be speaking to her, trying to calm her, but she kept on shouting not letting him talk. Jim frowned, taking a small curved earpiece from his lab coat pocket. The guards rushed forward, trying to grab the girl, but she was quick. She soared over them and landing on a guards head, knocking him to the floor. She swirled, kicking out. But the guards were faster, expertly trained for situations like these. One caught the girl's foot and flipped her, knocking her to the floor, the rest of the guards moved in, catching her arms and legs.

She's a violent fighter, Dr. Brighton thought, smiling at the scene before her. No matter how many times the guards grabbed her, even punched and kicked her, she managed to fight back with well-timed and flawless moves. Her blonde hair whipped, the ponytail coming out.

But the guards had finally gotten her. Two held her arms in an iron grip, two others on the ground holding her feet to the floor. The last, the one the girl had landed on, was holding her head to try and stop her squirming.

Jim smiled and said something, walking forward. The woman was obviously screaming at the top of her lungs, fighting to be free, a terrified look on her face. Jim came close to her face with the earpiece, fitting it on her ear. The girl tried to jerk away but the guards held fast. Dr. Brighton saw he eyes close in terror and pain, her mouth open in a final scream.

Then, the woman's eyes opened, her mouth closed. She stopped struggling. The guards let her go.

Finally, Dr. Brighton thought. We're in.