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"My employer chose to stay anonymous. Payment was sent via messenger, which was quite a feat given I was not anywhere easy to find." She explained, still looking out the window. "I almost didn't take the job. I received a message from the employer with a basic request of 'I want you to obtain this item, heres what I'll pay you' and I disregarded it entirely. I didn't respond. I packed my bag and headed out to a new location. The day after I got there, a courier handed me an envelope. Inside was the disc, what I was told was half my payment, and a letter that gave me a personal reason to take this job." She looked back at him finally. "The payment I seek isnt monetary. It's more substantial than that. For me, its peace of mind."

She moved, sitting up straight and holding her hand up as if to examine the back of it. "I promised to tell you more about myself when we got here. Back when we discussed things like humans being good or not. In all honesty, I think they're both. A combination of the two, existing at one time in one place. People have the capacity to to be both saints of righteousness, and still be cruel and wicked all at the same time." She tilted her hand slightly, and with the movement, the scales shifted, and her hand and fore arm vanished. She looked back at Migoto, her gaze plain to see through her invisible arm. "My body is covered in these scales. I am the product of genetic bio engineering experiments. Some genetic splicing, some nanotech, and all of it done against my will because I was an easy target that no one would miss, and I did not contribute anything to the world. By societies standards, I had no value. I was told it was for the greater good, that the tests would be for the benefit of everyone. The tech was meant to be used as a shield for soldiers or law enforcement. You cant hurt what you can't see or recognize. But they cant test their tech on people that have worth, something could go wrong, dont you know."

She took a breath, tilting her hand back so it reappeared, then further so that her skin color changed. Her tan skin going noticeably darker. "Turns out, when you install a permanent set of camouflage in a person against there will, they get the idea to use it to their advantage and escape." She smirked. "Our anonymous employer convinced me to take this job by informing that they wishe to stop these sorts of things from happening. Whether or not this is a lie just to get me to take the job has yet to be seen."

Annette listened as he spoke, undoing the leads and turning the monitor off. She moved, pulling the sheet up over the girl, closing her eyes momentarily before turning back to the man as he fell to his knee. Her expression which had been cold and stone like up to this point, turned to confusion. Not because she thought he was beyond being hurt, but because she had not noticed sooner.

Turning, she hit a button on the wall above the now dead girls bed. An alarm would sound, but one that called a code, not security. "If you can walk, I can get you to a surgical room. I do not have the necessary equipment here to safely remove a bullet."

Risa tilted her head, smiling softly, and allowing her hand to return to normal before she set it back down. "What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. Considering all things I've endured, and an unspoken list of your own I'm sure you have, the two of us must be truly capable of doing something." She moved to stand, and took a step back, away from the table. "I'm glad you consider me a friend, you'd be my second ever. I never bothered to make friends since I travel so much." The soft sound of shifting scales sounded as she shifted her whole body to become invisible, leaving just the night gown visible. "Obviously my scales only work on my person, but I did manage to steal a suit that they'd integrated with nano tech." She shifted back to being visible. "The scales refract the light around me, allowing for invisibility. They also conceal my heat signature." She felt it best he knew and understood how her scales worked if he was going to be helping her.

"Their other feature is a bit more complicated, and takes time to prepare in full, but I can shift my appearance to. If I want to change my entire appearance, I can shed my current scales and grow new ones to replace them. It's an automatic kind of process. They self replicate in order to repair themselves of they get damaged. Its messy though, and kinda hurts, so I don't do it often." She admitted, smiling nervously. "The me you see now isn't what I originally looked like...but I changed my appearance a handful of times since I escaped to make sure I wasn't found." She explained, moving to walk around the table and heading over to sit on her futon. "Risa isn't even my real name. Just the one I've used on this planet." She stretched her arms above her head, yawning a bit. "Sorry, didn't realize how tired I was. Anyway, enough sad talk. Enjoy the rest of your food, grab a bath, and get some sleep. We'll hit Grace of Nocturnal once we get some rest." She suggested, smiling again and moving to get comfortable under the blanket.

Annette moved quickly, leading Dethblade out of the patients room and to an emergency surgical room down the hall, away from the carnage. Now that the code was called, other staff members would show up, see the patient pinned to the wall. Find the dead girl in her bed, the other patients that he had killed. She clenched her jaw, pressing her lips together firmly as she played out the scenarios.

Once he was on the table and cutting his straps and such away, she removed her coat and rolled her sleeves up before pulling on gloves, and finding her tools and sterilization equipment. "You will need to give me access to your arm as well, for IV." She explained quickly. "Youll need blood for sure, but everything else I can do via injection." She placed her stuff down on a rolling tray before tapping into another dispenser in the wall, putting in for a unit of blood an anesthetic to numb the area she'd be working on. She rolled everything over to the table, first setting up an IV to administer the blood. An injection of local anesthetic onto the wounded area would be next and once it was working shed open a fresh scalpel and set to work. For a moment, an odd thought crossed her mind. What was she doing? Here she was, after just murdering a patient, saving the life of the man that put her up to it, and was the direct cause of death of at least four other patients. The same man that wanted his hands on her patient. This thought led to a series of other questions though. Why did he want Nimm? Did he know why she was here? Did he know what they were doing with the girls diseased blood? There were two other questions she had though that prevailed over all the rest. Who was this man, and what was he going to do next?

A metallic thud would be heard as she dropped the bullet into a metal bowl and moved to grab something that looked like a small wanded spray nozzle. It contained a biopolymer binding agent. Basically tissue adhesive that sealed wounds and kept her from having to do internal stitches.

Nimm backed away from the door as she heard the alarms, momentarily thinking she was the cause of them. Once she realized it was a code she relaxed and went back to trying to listen. She could hear the sound of running shoes and someone shouting, but it was muffled. "Hello? Excuse me? Please, is everything alright?" She called through the door. She waited, but never got a response.

Risa watched Migoto as he ordered the food away, frowning a bit. He'd been so hungry earlier. She hadnt intended to ruin his appetite, or upset him. She shifted and laid down as he went out to the bath. Shed be sleeping lightly by the time he got back.

Annette glanced up at him as she finished the internal work, setting the spray down on the tray and readying an old fashioned suture kit. "I am a doctor, Theres an oath we take to keep us from killing people just because we dont agree with them on something." She started her sutures. "Before you start proving holes in my statement, I killed that child earlier because as you said, she was not going to get better. She had no quality of life left." She blinked and flicked the mesh in his skin with her free hand. "Though I do wonder about your quality of life, and how long you plan to push through all this?" She finished her stitching and snipped the thread before applying antiseptic and a membrane patch to keep contaminants out of the wound.

Once he asked for her input, she'd take her tray over to the counter so it could be sterilized, removing her gloves and throwing them away. "I do not know why you feel the need to continue your assault. Your end game here is a mystery to me. If you feel that you are immune to the disease then hiding in Nimms room why you recuperate would be the more realistic option. I'm sure she'd appreciate someone new to talk to that wasnt in a sterile suit." She explained, walking back over to the table and moving to help him up.

"You wish death for yourself, yet asked me to remove a bullet and patch you up." Annette peaked out in the hall. The glory that was the hospital was that it could be minimally staffed and still functional. Especially up on these floors, away from the general flow of everyday hospital traffic. This left the hallway they needed to walk down free and clear of curious eyes and questioning attendings. More than likely they were busy with the dead bodies and a remote check in had been done on patients to inquire that all was well. Still, it was odd that no one came to check the surgical room they'd borrowed. Once he offered her a prize for her cooperation she thought a moment, walking with him back toward Nimms room. She paused outside the decontamination room, badging in so that the first set of doors opened and let them both in. The door locked behind them. Annette moved, getting her suit on much as she would if she were going to exam the girl. Out of all the questions she'd had buzzing in her head earlier, she had one that pressed more than the others. "I had a patient once, that refused to give his real name to anyone. To him, to give someone your true name was to give someone the ability to control you. Names, when used correctly, give something power. So, what is your true name, Dethblade?" She asked finally. She put her mask and helmet on and opened the door into Nimms room.

Nimm looked up, hearing someone enter the decontamination room. She took several steps back away from the door so whoever it was could open the door. With a hiss, the door opened and Nimm recognized Dr. Lafleur. She did not, however, recognize the person with her. He wore such a strange contact suit. Was it a contact suit? It had to be, no one ever came in with out one. Maybe it was a new model? She blinked, confusion plain to see on her face. "Doctor....what's going on?" She asked. "I thought I heard screaming earlier." She spoke to Annette, but her eyes didnt leave the dark figure next to the woman.

It was a mix of fear and shock that ran through her as she watched him removing his mask. She noticeably flinched back, a reflex she'd acquired. "No, stop! You'll get sick!" She put her hands up, looking borderline terrified.

Annette stepped forward. "I've already informed him of the risks, Miss Rozenthall. He is well aware of your illness and says he will be fine." She explained, trying to calm the girl down. She turned her attention to him as he removed the hood and and introduced himself as Kain, explaining his intentions. She took a seat on a nearby stool, crossing her legs and listening.

Nimm watched him carefully. Examining him almost. It had been so long since she'd seen someone outside of a contact suit. She looked somewhat apprehensive, waiting to see if he too would start spitting up blood and convulsing. So far he seemed fine. Her confusion only got worse as he stated he was now in charge of the hospital and offered Annette a continued position. What was going on? Was she hypoxic? Did she have another fit and not realize? Surely this was all the result of a lack of oxygen to her brain while she drowned in her own blood again. If that were true, then she was going to enjoy it while it lasted and she woke up in her bed with a new set of scars and bruises from procedures.

Annette nodded. I cant say I disagree with your general view of this place and what it does. If it weren't the leader in medical research, I probably would of found work someplace else a long time ago. Considering your claiming my research project as your own, I'll be staying." She explained, smiling wittle behind her mask. She moved to stand. "I'll be back momentarily. There is a prototype I need to retrieve that may make things a tad easier. She stepped out into the entryway, the door closing behind her, leaving Nimm alone with Kain momentarily.

Nimm shifted, a bit uncomfortable all of a sudden. She tucked her arms behind her back, listening to Kain as he asked her if she wanted to see the world. She blinked, and nodded. "I've been asking to go outside for years now. Even if it means wearing one those contact suits....you'll let me leave here?" Now she knew this was a hallucination, still it was hard to hide the hope in her voice. Quiet and timid though it might be. But it had a spark to it once she was told shed see the world. As he mentioned her power though, she regained her confused look. "Oh, first time Ive had powers in a hallucination. Then again, they usually are done by now..."

Her brows knitted a moment as he explained, and she realized he was speaking of her illness as her power. Which made the rest if what he said a bit more heavy. He wanted her to go and infect people. A walking plague in the world. She was locked up in the hospital specifically to avoid such a catastrophe. The only time anyone sounded this happy about her illness was back when Annette first took her case, but it was for a different reason.

It wasnt until he spoke of death, specifically that she finally spoke again. "To be fair, I've died before, or...I tried to anyway...its not something that's generally allowed here at the hospital." She smiled, though there was a bit of cynicism to it. "You say I cant die, but being kept in this place isnt exactly living. So what choice do I have but to go do what you say?" She pointed out. She shifted her weight again, relaxing a bit more and finally moving to sit, choosing to sit at the head of her bed while he remained at the foot of it. "I really do want to leave this place...and I'm a bit scared at how much I dont care about the repercussions." She admitted, pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them. She stared at him, thinking about the impossible things that suddenly were all in her reach.

The sound of the entryway could be heard, and a few minutes later Annette stepped back in. In her hand was a white surgical grade face shield. "I've been tinkering with a pet project for awhile now." She explained, walking over to the bed and handing the device to Nimm. "It has a built in filtration system, and a purified O2 converted. I was hoping it could be used if we ever did get the all clear for you to leave. My biggest worry is not that you'll make others sick, but rather the opposite. You've spent your whole life in a sterile environment, the outside world and your compromised immune system is a recipe for an early grave. This should help."

Nimm reached out with slender fingers, taking the mask and looking it over. She had no idea such a thing was being worked on. Nor that Annette had the fore thought to create it in hopes of Nimm leaving one day. "Thank you, Doctor....I really appreciate it." She smiled up at the woman.

Annette gave a small nod before turning to Kain, handing him a glass cannula. "This, is for you. You said you wished to spread Nimms diseases around the world, then you should be aware that Grace of Nocturnal had wished to do the same thing eventually. However, there plan was to do so once a cure was discovered, so that it could be sold for profit." Annette explained. "This is the disease in its concentrated form."

Risa shifted, rolling onto her back and stretching a bit before blinking her eyes to clear the sleep from them. She sat up and yawned, looking around to see if Migoto had slept at all.

Nimm looked at Kain, brows raised in surprise. "You'll let her make a cure from your blood?" She asked, a bit suprised.

Annette nodded. "It would be beneficial. I do not enjoy this suit, to be honest. When can i start?" She asked, honestly a bit eager to create an immunity to the disease itself.

Nimm looked down at her hands, examining them as she thought it over. It was a lot to process. All her life she was told there was something wrong with her, that she was destined to die eventually from this disease, but yet she never did. And nature had given her the disease to start with, so if what Kain said was true then maybe....maybe it...she wasn't wrong. More than anything, she wanted out of her damn hospital room. She wanted out and to experience the outside. She wiped at her eyes finally, feeling them sting as they watered. "I'll do it." She finally said, looking up at Kain and nodding her head. "Please...I'll do it, if you let me leave me this place."

Annette crossed her arms, and nodded. "I as well. Theres more i can do then i am working on here. It would be a wasted oppurtunity if i stayed behind." She explained.

Risa watched him for moment, studying Migotos expression, unsure whether she should disturb him or not. She opted to stay quiet and shifted carefully, grabbing clothes from her bag and quietly walking to the bathroom to change. It would be a few minutes before she walked out again, wearing a black strapless jumper. This was the suit that changed with her scales when she was hiding. She crossed the room back to her bag and grabbed her hair brush, kneeling on her futon as she brushed out her hair.