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 Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:37 pm
Once inside the elevator, Helga produced a key and inserted it in the panel beside the doors. The instructor turned the key and pushed a blue button. As the elevator descends, The solidly-built German woman turned to face both girls whom may see some of the conflict in Helga Kleinmann, "I can not promise you safety... but I vill do ze best to help you. ze process is... hard, but I vill give you both sedatives to ease ze process. Und it vill be easier, if you relax as much as you can. You two must trust me on zis point."
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 8:00 pm
 John gritted his teeth at the sound of the vents, he could hear way to many heartbeats to do anything, but hearing them go back to an area which he could access through the vents he moved. They were at the elevator from the sound of the approach. Jumping the shaft, he used his t-line to slow his drop greatly, till he as quiet as mouse on top of it. It seem like a mere shift in weight as Rachel entered. Though listening, he was able to hear the conversation, but he could do nothing to get them out. They were simple humans, he couldn't do jack. However what did she mean by process? The mutant/changeling and partial super solider, had gone through a lot of processes and Doom's was the worse. That involved Death. . .
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 8:03 pm
 The chill of fear settled in her stomach. Nat suddenly felt numb. "What process?" she asked quietly. The respect she had for Helga was the only thing not having her attacking the woman at the moment. That, and survival instinct. Nathalia knew this was a one way street right now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 8:38 pm
"That would be ze process of activating your latent mutant genes.. to activate the powers vithin each of you if zey exist. They knew about each of you ven you vere born; because, each of you are descendants of mutants," Helga spoke as the elevator doors opened to a sterile lab room with a row of chair with metal restraints. As the guards escorted Nat and Rachel to two of the chairs and began to strap them in, Helga continued her explanation, "It ze end, it didn't matter vhatever choices you may or may not have made in life, zey would have found you and you vould still end up enter in zhis chamber or one like it."
Rachel was shaking like a leaf in mortal terror of the wolf about to strike a mortal blow, as the blonde was placed in the chair and restrained with shiny metallic forearm bracers and more standard leg restraints. Rachel was close to hyperventilating.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 8:45 pm
Her mind was whirring, nerves on hyper active mode. But she appeared collected and cool. "I have no mutants in my family." Her words were calm. She watched herself be strapped in with the sense of not actually being there. If only this was a dream. She glanced at Rachel. Her newest ally was freaking out. Perfect. Just perfect.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 8:56 pm
Whilst techs worked over the equipment connected to both girls, Helga shook her head, "Actually, as I understand it, you father worked for ze company as an operative for at least ten years. Und if ve succeed, you two vill be too."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:01 am
"My father was a Marine." Nathalia said with vehemance. "He wouldn't work for a place like this!"
Eric Carter had never once in his life acted anything other than like a Marine. He had never injured unless needed or harmed an innocent. At least, not from what Nat knew of her father. But Helga had just offered another thought, one that vastly contrasted with what she did know. Nathalia couldn't, wouldn't, believe it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:01 pm
Helga made some final adjustments on the restraints and the equipment hooked up to both girls. When the I.O. operative was working on Nat's gear, Helga spoke in Nat's ear gently, "Actually.... He was zat too. I.O. uses military personnel directly. Und to protect state secrets, military records are concurrent vith vorking vith us."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:09 pm
"You have to be wrong." she insisted. Her eyes were blazing now. Was this some sort of mind trick? How could they even think she would believe it? Her father couldn't have stood by this sort of action. Ever.
Helga's words only angered her. She hated the kindness in her words. The gentle assurance only ticked off the red head even more. The locks of the equipment clicked and the scientists, she assumed they were scientists, looked ready. The shot of fear ran down her spine again. Her eyes wild, she looked at Helga. She didn't want to die.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:47 pm
When Helga saw Nathalia lock gazes with her, Nat could see concern in the German woman's eyes, "It is so, Liebchen. Your father vas a Gen-12, und you vill be a Gen-13. Zis von't be easy, I know; but you must think yourself through this. Zere vill be pain, but I'm applying ze painkillers now und it vill help. You vill get through zis; you vill endure. I told zis to Miss Goldman as vell: you are very special, you vill not die, you vill survive, you vill live on. Think of enduring and believe it, und it vill be so. It is ze vill zat matters, Nathalia. Remember zat. Now, I vill have you bite on zhis to protect your teeth and tongue." Helga held up a mouth guard for Nat to bite down on.
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Meanwhile other parts of the complex, the student quarters began to be slowly gassed with a knockout agent. Eventually, that invisible gas entered Caitlin's room with the four girls. The mousy redhead found her eyelids heavy and the room seemed to wobble, as she tried to keep up with the current debate. Eventually, her green eyes rolled back in her head, as she fell toward Sarah.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:51 pm
An unfamiliar feeling settled in her gut, mingling with the fear. What was it? Doubt?
For a moment she was tempted to ignore the request. But Helga had admitted it would not be easy. She may survive, but not without pain. Putting faith in the woman, she bit down on the mouth guard.
It would begin soon. Nathalia glanced at Rachel, sending her a look of hope, her eyes heart. Endure. She needed to endure. Nathalia prayed Rachel would as well.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 6:21 pm
Elsewhere in the bowels of the I.O. base, Robert Lane slowly begins to reach consciousness. Even though the young man couldn't move his arms or legs, he had the sense that he was floating and wet in warm fluid. He could feel something encasing his forearms, something holding his legs and a mask over his face -- which was the only part of him that was dry. Whenever he opens his eyes... Bobby will see only darkness.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:02 pm
The conversations that he listened to got more and more strange as he moved to a vent in the hall.. The program would change the mind and body, and if he had any chance of helping Nat and the other girl, he had to try this. A computer which was located right in front of the vent which make it so much easier to break into and start the reprogramming process.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 7:01 am
Bobby tried to move his fingers and toes before opening his eyes. Pretty normal. He could move those. Then he tried moving his arms and legs . . . and that's when he noticed there was some sort of a problem . . . a BIG problem.
. . . he couldn't move!
He opened his eyes and began to panic a little more. He was completely blind! Blind, stuck and floating he realized he was also completely emerged in warm fluid.
Guess what, Bobby? Those IO goons trapped your a** in an isolation chamber at best, and are going to REALLY give you hell the next. Welcome to hell, Bobby!
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:14 pm
 A tech at a monitoring station looked at a spike of neural activity on a green screen, "Sir, Lane's awake." The dark blond man wearing a grey suit walked up behind the tech observed the readings. The former Stonewall officer, James Zorn, slowly began to smile, "Good, let's begin. No time like the present." "Yes Sir." Moving over to the larger widescreen, Zorn turned a switch to see Bobby Lane inside the specialized deprivation tank. The blond agent crossed his arms and held his chin thoughtfully, "Those bracers on his arms, are you guys sure that will keep his powers in check?" "Yes Sir. I heard Dr. Willowfield himself recalibrated those himself. It's designed to adapt instantly to mutant powers to produce an equal and opposite power wave. Like cancelling out a sound wave..." Zorn waved a hand behind him, "I got the concept. Thank you, this will make my job much easier." With that, Zorn went to type out some commands at a computer terminal.... .................. The next thing that Bobby knows, he hears the beginning of Barney the Purple Dinosaur singing to him. After the second song, multiple images are flashed in front of Bobby's eyes every few seconds -- scenes of death and murder, everything from CSI photos to photos of the Holocaust.
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