Area 10: Trident Program IC

[Security of Mem]

The road was bumpy. Loren stared out the window watching as things disappeared with the speed. His arms were tightly cuffed together. He wasn't exactly sure where they were at the moment. But he would glance back towards the man driving him. In his white Toyota. The look of greed and smugness was clear on his face.
Loren made no appoint to actually talk to the man. Nor did he feel like he cared enough to talk. The man he had “known” long enough to not talk to him and understand the situation. You could almost guess and assume what the situation was.
Someone had paid the doctor a good sum of money. And now he was on his way somewhere else. It's what Loren assumed. Especially with how eager the doctor was to getting him unregistered and into the car.
Though the doctor still didn't trust him enough and handcuffed his wrist. The handcuffs were beginning to cut into his circulation and were beginning to bit in the skin. Loren of course said nothing about it. It didn't really matter.
He stared out the window again watching as things moved fast like the car moved fast. He didn't actually care for car rides or even train rides. After a while the motion made him feel sick. So he would just sit back quietly and close his eyes. To absorb the movement and get use to it again.
“You're going to make me a lot of money,” said the doctor breaking the silence.
Loren replied with silence and stared back out the window.
“Aren't you happy you?” the doctor continued without a reply, “You'll actually be doing something for the community.”
Loren once again didn't reply. He wondered at this moment in time what kind of face John had on his face when he heard he had been discharged. It didn't bring amusement to him, just made him satisfied to know that he knew John well enough.
The car stopped in front of some sort of backwoods dinner equipped with a gas station. The doctor got out of the car and walked around the car. He opened the passenger side and Loren walked out.
“This will be a perfect place for you,” he said, “And I get my millions now.”
Loren stuck his hands up. He wanted the handcuffs off now. He felt like a child being dropped off by an abusive father or mother. The doctor smiled and took out the key. Loren noticed a glint in his eye. The doctor threw the key as far as he could into the gravel. The doctor quickly ran back to the car, turned on the ignition, and drove off fast. Loren bit his lip. He wasn't amused now. He could bend down like an idiot and look for the key the way doctor intended it. But instead he walked off. Walking towards the dinner. Not exactly sure how he was going to open the door. He found a rather odd way. He pulled with his hands and then held it open with his foot. He walked in and found that people would be looking at him. So he found the easiest path to become invisible to the people around. He needed help with the handcuffs, but groups of people wasn't his thing.

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Amelia was cursing under her breath. She was becoming annoyed with her choice. Why did she bring her gallant into this pile of crap? Pothole here, pothole there, no speed limit, rock hitting her side, flat tire. It was becoming a disaster. Why did she even decide on this? Oh yeah, that's right.
“Ma'am, would you like to make a decision that could alter your life?” asked a man in a suit.
“What are you talking about?” Amelia asked stalking some wine behind the shelf into the display case.
“I'm talking about significantly changing your life,” the man said.
“What would I be doing?” Amelia replied sharply.
“You'd helping the world,” the man said, “Come here if you have made your decision.”
The card was still sitting on her passenger side. She couldn't believe she had made this horrible choice. She should have brought her husband car for this. Something better then this. Her car wasn't made for this. And she was becoming frustrated with this. She just wanted to kill her gallant at this moment in time. And the moment she thought that her car faltered.
She tried everything in her book to get it to work. She just kicked the damn thing and started walking. High heels and poorly constructed roads wasn't the best thing. And what she was wearing made her look like she was asking for some cash.
Though she knew her way to her destination and it really was only a few miles away. But the heat was horrid and she was getting tired of every little dot turning out to be nothing. She began cursing under her breath again. Mumbling all her frustration.
“Why do I have the worse luck?” she asked herself, “God damn it...wonder if anyone can fix my car”
She wanted to stop walking, but she knew the moment she stopped the moment she began again it would hurt worse. So she chugged through the heat and the high heels. And the bloody holes. When she saw another dot, probably cactus. But no instead it was a dinner, a gas station it was something. She picked up the pace in her high heels and began running. She ran towards the door of the diner and opened the door. She looked around to see people inside. She found herself more dressed then the others in a short and tight black dress. Her hair was in a ponytail. While there was others less dressed then her. She caught her breathe and stared around.
“Does anyone know anything about cars?” she asked, “I need help my car broke down.”
She realized something. As a flash of the card came back into her mind. This was the place. This was where she had to be. The place she should have avoided.

[Bia]

Annalise glanced suspiciously at the guy in handcuffs who just walked in, that is strange and Annalise was in no mood to deal with possible convicts. She was about to just get up and ask the lawyer guy so she could go but then a girl in a skimpy dress and heels walked in asking for help with her car, well Annalise didn't know a thing about cars, only that her favorite ones were silver corvettes so she kept her mouth shut, but was now distracted and forgot about the "convict" for the time being.

[mcstringer]

Raymond Bradshaw yawned and whipped his mouth of and grease careful not to get anything on his white suit.

"Well now that everyone is here that wishes to be, I'll get down to business."

Raymond gets up from his table with his white Panama hat in hand, and Arantes is still nursing his glass of milk. Everyones eyes float to him as he begins to speak.

"Now, I am here to tell you that whatever your deal with our representatives that were sent to you are. They will be honored, and I really don't care what they are."

He pulls the needle gun from his pants pocket, readies it for operation, and makes sure that there are enough nanites to go around.

"Everyone will submit to this little do-hicky here. It is a neddle gun full of Linguistic nanites to help with everyone speech problems. You see we have employees from all over the world, and we don't need to stop and teach every language that walks through our halls. It might hurt a little bit, but you will get over it. This is also the last time you can refuse and walk away."

He begins to walk to his first victim to give the shot to the arm.

"Once this is done, you may walk into the bus that is parked outside."

Arantes walks calmly to the bus ahead of everyone else since he has already had it administered to him.

[Bia]

Annalise sighed audibly, she went through all the trouble to learn English and now she's just going to get a shot to learn it all anyway. She mumbled a few curses in French and waited for her turn.

[StormWolf]

Dean spent a decent amount of time watching the others. Quite a random batch, it was. The fact that he would be making their lives a living hell in about twenty-four hours helped keep his sly grin on his face. God, he loved his job.

When Raymond - or Ray-Ray, as Dean called him when he wanted to be a dick - procured the needle, he made a dramatic moan of displeasure. "Fuckin' needles." he mumbled as he kept shoveling his breakfast into his mouth. When the needle came to Dean, he scratched his chest, or so it seemed, as he showed his dogtags to Raymond. He offered a perfectly hidden wink to make sure Ray-Ray got the damn message.

"Ow." was all he said as the needle pierced his skin and stayed there for a few seconds before retreating. Not wasting any time after he got his "shot", Dean payed his tab and threw his duffle bag over his shoulder,

"Come on, ladies." he called over his shoulder as he boarded the bus.

[Bia]

When the needle came to Annalise she mumbled in French again, something about effing technology and cost of language books. She took the needle with a pained expression, she hated shots of any kind. She grabbed her white tote and tugged on her shirt before walking out to the bus. She sat down at the back and ran her fingers through her hair before taking her white ipod nano out of her bag and flipping through the songs out of boredom.