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James curled up in the corner of his cell, arms wrapped around his body as he rested his chin on his legs, his eyes vacant as he stared at the far wall, at the tiny window in the door of the room. The floor was rubbery, and he bounced slightly on it as he hummed seemingly randomly. Suddenly, he stopped moving entirely, and he blinked, surprised, as he realised the door was cracked.

Using the wall to get up, he wandered over to the door and nudged it open with his foot, peeking out, and was surprised to find no one there. No friendly nurse to bustle in and give him his medicine, no nearby guard...it was rather confusing. Stepping out entirely, he looked around the halls and turned left and started walking, confused, and intruiged. It wasn't like he could do anything; he was in a straightjacket. Though, if he wasn't in denial of his 'gift', the jacket wouldn't be much of an obstacle.

"What I mean is- think of a number. Or a word. I can read your thoughts. I just wanted to prove it to you so you know I'm not just some Government spy."
Emily sighed. She had clearly made a bad first impression by talking too much.
"I'm sorry I jabber a bit. And please don't give up on me because I'm just a human like you. I'm more of a dog person myself too. They're safe. You can trust them."
Emily reached out towards the dog to pat it on the head. She didn't hesitate. She'd learnt that dogs could tell feelings to a certain degree, just like her. And mindreading them was easier, because they had more or less clutter free heads. She realised that this boy did too.

Marcus stopped tapping once it was obvious he wouldn't get a response.He wanted out.He couldn't be stuck inside when he knew that there was a world out there.He wasn't sure how he'd do it, but he had to get out.'Guess I could just ask.'He thought.How naive he was. He pressed the small button that caused a light above his door to light up in the hall.This informed them that he needed someone to come to his room.

Magus sighed as he unlocked Mark's door."What do you need?"He asked looking down to the boy.

Mark looked surprised that someone had came so quickly."I...I was wondering if I might, be aloud outside maybe?"He asked nervously.

Magus sighed."I'm not aloud to take you outside without a sueriors permission, but I can let you walk around the facility a while."He smiled.He stepped aside so the boy could walk out.Once out he cuffed him just to be safe."Let's go."He said letting the boy lead the way.

Marcus was just searching for an exit as he explored.If he could get up the courage, he would make a break for it.

((Is she still smellable?))

(( I mean intuition, but yeah, she is smellable))

"What should I do" she heard the boy whisper.
"I can get you out," she whispered back to him " just hold your hands up."

Callie continued to worm around the system again. Once again Magus had applied for a job as Junior Supervisor. Once again, his email was deleted. She was hoping he would take a hint after being rejected so many times. She didn't want more Gifted working under her. Xanthe was an exception. In some ways, she supervised him, but in other ways he supervised himself. He ran the loony bin and she ran the agents. He came to her for budgets but that was about it.

She sighed and rose from her chair. The joints in her back popped slightly. She brushed her red bangs back and walked out of her door. She ever so casually plodded the halls of her branch. There was no activity. There rarely ever was. She knew that most of the Gifted that were left to catch couldn't be found. It frustrated her to no end. They had the lowest agent employment of all the branches, but they had the highest scientist employment. She figured it was a far trade. The Government had tamed England. She walked outside and next door to the facilities with papers under her arms. It was always bustling around there. She needed to give Xanthe back his reports. Then she smelled it. She saw Magus with a Gifted. She could smell both of them. But there was someone else there. She slowly pulled a tranquilizing gun out of her hip hoister.

...

Fitz cocked his head much like a curious dog would. "Government? Isn't that a group of people that governs others? Why would they be a threat to you." Fitz, if his clothing was no indication, had grown up wild. He knew his English, but he knew nothing of history or current events. He was only concerned with the present and his life. Others didn't matter. Emily was one of the first people he had shown himself to. There had been others sure. But they weren't like her. He didn't feel the connection with them.