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Dr. Bronstein headed through the wing with Project Pattern by his side. This man himself was still very strange, but he was an excellent Doctor and did well for the Asylum. The only thing he ever really asked for in return was Root Beer Floats which were supplied to him happily. They didn't have to spent alot of money on this doctor's services.

He headed down the hall with his hands behind his back. "We've just made ourself another Handler. His Project name is Bloodhound and he is more than ready to listen to orders and carry them out. I believe he'll be an excellent asset for us. However that is beside the point. We haven't had too much progress with 7254. She doesn't seem to want to cooperate for us and I would have to have to get rid of her like I did with 9623.

Product numer 9623, Sarah Scott, had been shot earlier today. It has been determined that she was much to dangerous to continue keeping around. We lost alot of handlers too her strange telepathic powers. Keep in mind that 7254 isn't that dangerous. Infact, she is very weak, but she doesn't seem to want to advance here. She stays to herself and I am afraid that she may be planning to escape. Perhaps if you speak with her Project Pattern, you can submit a report to me and let me know what course of action should be taken."

Pattern walked along with Bronstein. He was sipping on a rootbeer float and listening to the news about the new project.

"That is some fascinating news. And there are some questions that will need to be answered there. But we will start with what I will need. I will need materials for a closed circuit system, red and green lights, LSD, Cocaine, tin foil, and complete prvacy in my lap at the time. And while you are out I would appreciate some cotton candy...BLUE not PINK!"

"Fine, I'll get my men on it right away. In the meantime, I suggest you hold up your end of the bargain. I'll have your lab ready by tomarrow." He heard his watch beep, that was never a good sign. Dr. Bronstein sighed and hit the little button, forcing a hologram up of one of his men.

"Yes what is it?"

"Sir, horrible news. We believe the resistance has struck another truck. Handler Joseph never checked back in." The hologram stated the news which made Bronstein frown.

"Hmn..that's horrible news. That was the van carrying 9623 wasn't it?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so Sir."

The man frowned even more. "Keep an eye out. I'm going to send someone out to pinpoint his location and find out what happened." Dr. Bronstien hit the button again and turned to Walter. "Seems we'll get to try out Project Bloodhound sooner than I expected."

He headed over to a nearby door and headed through it. "Bloodhound, I have a job for you that requires your sublime skills."

Bella sat quietly in the corner of her cell, hugging her legs to her chest and listening. There were people talking outside, but she couldn't quite understand what they were saying. It was times like these when she wished she could con herself into believing she was happy, but she had discovered that her power did not affect her, only others.
Her room was dimly lit, since Belle preferred a darker tone for her eyes. They could handle any light really, but it was more comfortable in semi-darkness. Unfortunately, she was useless when no one else was around. She really hoped no one else would come around though, safer to be alone in this place.

AS the two men slid into the room Bella winced. The one she recognized, and didn't like. The other was holding some drink, but seemed less terrifying than Dr. Bronstein.

Without moving, Bella eased her way into both their minds at once, pushing the feeling that they didn't want to hurt her. It was a precaution she'd begun to use every time someone approached, putting up her own little shield. It was possible that more tests were coming now anyway.

"Right away sir!!" With a heart beat he has reading his gear, thinking to go full tatical would be better in this situation, in 5 minutes he was leaving his room armed to the teeth with weapons. He wore a tatical vest with 5 spare clips, 15 grenades, a combat knife, A spare pistol... and his new assault rifle. He had goten on a bike and tore out of the base, he had been given an order. He was also moving faster on the streets then any normal human would have trided, but to him the world slowly ran past... his reflexes where so sharp he oculd have counted every bugh e pasted on the way out.

"Hmn, I see you've been a good girl. I'm glad to see that atleast one of our products knows better than to cause physical harm to themselves." He pushed his glass's up and shoved his hands into his pockets as he straightened up once more.

"7254, this is Project Pattern, our resident Doctor. He will be taking care of you and helping you to advance her in the Asylum." He then turned to Pattern.

"You can examine her here for the moment. Once your lab is finished you can take her in there to do your experiments. Just be sure not to kill her. She's valuable."