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"Well then this is a new story. You know what I think I will stick around and see how you deal with this new guy Sven."

House moved over to the nearest chair and sat down to watch how these two will get along with each other...after all the new guy seemed a bit off.

Sven looked over to the young man, and then to Dr. House. He turned back to the disorientated young man. "Don't mind Keeli. She does that alot. It's her way of making new friends."

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "I suppose I should start from the beginning. We found you on the streets of Paris. You were only half awake, so when we questioned you, you just responded in slurs. Whoever, also following you were Handlers from the Asylum, so we brought you here. Quite frankly, I just told Keeli you were from the Canadian branch to throw her off guard. However, to be truthful, we don't know where you came from. Now, I suppose it's your turn to tell us what you can remember."

Sven sighed, he had no idea what the combine was, and teleporters hadn't been invented yet. They where close, but not yet. "Well, I can't say for sure. The Asylum doesn't just pinpoint one person. They go after a whole mass of people that have qualities of what they are looking for in their Products. These, 'products' are human beings caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. They go through training, and most of them die before they are given a project number, and then their bodies are dumped. Is that a little more clear?"

Sven nodded his head. "It was founded fifty years ago. At first, all the nations were skeptical of it's use. However, after seeing a finished product, all the nations of the world except for France and Canada decided to fund this organization. It started out with inmates, they were broken down, and rebuilt as killing machines. Then it went to the homeless. Now? Anyone who isn't part of those who line the Master's pockets are suspetable to being taken by the Handlers. We aren't sure exactly what they do, other than creating soldiers for different countries. However, they kill alot of people in the process, and it is something that we have to stop."

He looked up to the young man, "though, therein lies our problem. The Asylum is something we can't get into. They have barcodes on their Handlers, the ground was cemented, there are background checks, retna checks and they have a ten foot high fence with barbed wire at the top. It seems to be impenitrable."

She moaned a bit when moved into the house... her skin was losing colour fast and her eyes could bearly stay open. THeon ly good thing was the products where tougher then normal humans and she could take alot of punishment, otherwise she would be dead now. "Is he here, I need him." she could not focus on anything or anyones mind at all... and her vison was a blurr.
(YAY finaly! lol thank you for saveing me!)

Sven looked up to Tony and sighed. "Well, we actually got a live product. Why don't you follow me Tony, you might be able to learn something from this." The old man pushed himself out of his seat and went after House. He grabbed the man's supplies along the way and set them down infront of him.

He looked down at the girl before them, she had certinly been through alot.
He turned to Keeli and grabbed her arm, pulling her off to one side. "Tell me what happened. I can almost bet that you didn't come across this woman easy now did you?"

Keeli went quietly with Sven away from the scene, aware that she reeked of garbage, and wishing the debrief could happen after she showered. Not with Sven. She didn't even consider asking.

"Found her in a body bag. They apparently tried to dispatch her while she was still alive. Sent some followup, though. Big guy, lots of guns. We had a pretty nasty shoot-out. I totaled the van in a distraction--well, technically, he, the gunman, exploded it. I nipped his bike and we made a break for it, lost him in town. I disabled the bike when we ditched it and we took a cab back. We weren't too close to the house when we bailed."

She felt a nagging headache tug at her temples.

Frowning slightly, she said, "Look, I don't know what kind of precautions we should take. They'll probably find the bike. Who knows what they'll do from there."