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Casey found the source of the strange noise in one of the unused rooms toward the back. He had a backup in his hand as he moved carefully toward the room. When a large blue box appeared into view, he grunted in displeasure. The news, gossip and rumors on this thing and the 'man' that accompanies it were bad for security. He was going to shoot and arrest this guy, in that order. He heard a door open on the thing and barely registered the side opening in. He raised his gun and ordered, “Hands first.”
“Casey,” Chuck nagged, stepping out, “Sarah told you were coming back. Did you tell him how?”
She walked out after him. “I told him before the Doctor got back,” she defended, walking down towards weapons.
“What the hell's going on, Bartowski?” he grumbled.
“Bryce isn't Bryce. The Doctor called his clone a Ganger,” he explained, “We're going on an extraction mission to get him back. Are Mom and Dad here yet?”
“Frost's too deep in her assignment. Orion's finishing a couple of programs before getting here. He has a thirty minute ETA,” he informed.
“Good, okay, we'll fill him in while stocking TARDIS.”
“Stocking the what?” Chuck pointed behind him. Neal and Peter walked out just after his gesture. “Where did you two come from?”
Peter shook his head and waved toward the box. “Just look inside,” he suggested. The two of them walked after Chuck, leaving him standing alone. After a few minutes, he moved over to the doors and looked inside.
“Oh, Chuck me.”
0=0
Chuck walked down to the tech and others room. “Okay, there are bulletproof vests and dart guns here. Sarah could give you a few other guns if you don't want these,” he described.
“I'll stick with mine,” he said.
“She can also give you extra clips if you need them.” Peter agreed on that and took a vest to place underneath before going to find her. Neal found the clothes area and, after swiping a vest, changed into a looser shirt and pants so he could fight if necessary. He went back to Chuck, who was checking darts and clips. He took the second gun that was prepared and a few clips, hiding them around before settling down.
“What else might we need?” he prompted.
“Uh,” Chuck paused, going through a mental checklist, “Spare clothes. Food. Spare gun?” He turned to Neal. “I'm not exactly sure. Usually, when we go to get someone out, they've been.... hurt. But they would have had to keep Bryce healthy so they could continue to keep transmitting to the Ganger.”
“Yeah,” Neal nodded, looking at a few of the other items lining the walls.
“That and the Doctor probably has a ton of stuff on his ship. I barely got a few feet in, but I saw a lot of rooms.” Neal quirked a little smile at his excitement. Between the two of them, they figured on a couple of small hackers for digital locks and extra picks. Several comm units were picked through. Two netbooks and hard drive copiers and they figured they were set, placing everything on themselves.
The two of them headed back to the room with the TARDIS. Casey was carrying large weapons and a bag of items that clinked when he walked. Sarah came up with her own gun and another bag that also clinked. Peter was waiting inside, checking his gun and making sure the vest was secure. The Doctor and River had disappeared deep inside, according to Casey, who briefly talked to them when he first walked in. The Ganger was ignored; it had done nothing except breathe.
“What did you two grab?” Sarah questioned.
“Picks, hackers, netbooks and copiers,” he rattled off.
The Doctor and River came back up just as soon as Casey came back in with one last item. “Ready?” she asked.
Sarah turned to Casey. “We're still waiting for Orion,” he mentioned. They waited a few more minutes, until Castle alerted that a recognized person came in.
“I'll go meet with Dad,” Chuck suggested, moving out of the TARDIS. A couple of minutes went by before both walked in. Orion stopped, and walked back out before coming back in and closing the doors.
“We're good,” she confirmed.
“Then let's get going,” the Doctor insisted, going to the console and starting up the sequence to leave. Casey looked around as the TARDIS took off.
“What should be our first stop?” Peter posed.
“Well, the trace isn't done yet,” he said, confirming the status, “So, we go to the place where they held Amy, see if anyone's there, and check their computers for other places.”
Sexy decided that there had to be one more stop before they could hunt for Bryce. “What? What are you doing?” he questioned, “Where are you going?”
River checked the destination. “I think she wants us to pick up two more people,” she indicated. He looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened.
“All right, don't shoot the people I'm about to bring on,” he rushed, flying out the door. The group just took turns looking at each other for five minutes. They all looked back when two new people walked in.
“Oh, hello,” the man greeted, English accent present in his voice.
“River,” she called, Scottish accent ringing out, “What's going on?”
“Everyone, this is Amy and Rory Williams,” she introduced, “Two of the Doctor's former companions.”
Neal turned to River. “Is she....” he motioned. She nodded. The ones that knew the story became uncomfortably quiet. Sarah whispered parts into Casey's ear when his expression turned dark, so he wouldn't be angry at being uninformed. There was still anger, just not at them. Orion continued to be confused until Chuck passed him his phone, which had the story.
“Okay, awkwardness all around,” Amy broke in, trying to change the atmosphere.
“They know about us,” River divulged.
“Oh,” Rory voiced. Then they became uncomfortable. The Doctor, ignoring it all, rushed back up to the console and checking the results of his trace. “What exactly is going on?”
Amy had moved up to follow and caught sight of the Ganger. “Why is he tied up?” she asked.
“Ganger,” Chuck mentioned, “He tried attacking the Doctor.”
“Not good,” Rory muttered.
“I don't get it,” Amy commented, “We stopped them before. Their plans blew up in their faces and I ki-” She looked around at the others, unsure about finishing.
“Killed Madame Kovarian,” River finished.
“During the distorted timeline, so that may not have worked,” the Doctor pointed out.
“I did it; it worked,” she settled. Casey grunted in approval. She didn't quite know what to make of it. “We stopped them before; why would they try almost the exact same thing?”
“Maybe they thought the slight variation would make a difference?” Neal pointed out.
“Variation?” Rory brought up.
“Using a Ganger instead of the actual person to commit the crime.” He looked over to Chuck. “Could it be possible that getting him would activate a trigger? A sleeper of sorts?”
He thought about it and turned to Sarah. “The CIA has ways of breaking latent triggers in sleeper agents,” she comforted, “We'll figure all of them out.”
Everyone went silent as the trace completed. The Doctor moved over to checked it and yelled at the results. “It didn't finish! How could it not finish?” he raged, typing in commands.
Peter looked over to the spot where the Ganger had been. “Probably because your source is no longer usable,” he reported. The Ganger had dissolved, a gooed mess entangled with the nodes and wires on the floor.
“Oh, no, nononononono!” he shouted.
“It dissolved so you couldn't track it back,” Orion muttered, going over to the computer. He started going through the results it had gotten and initiated his own search. The Doctor came up behind him and watched as he tried to finish the search.
River took off the breaks and steered the TARDIS when they landed in the place where the woman had held Amy. Sarah and Casey were the first ones out, sweeping around for people. They motioned for others when they didn't see anyone in the immediate vicinity.
Chuck came out with Orion. Neal followed carefully with Peter and Amy. River held a gun that Casey was going to have to ask about later. Rory took a few minutes, changed into a strange costume that grabbed Sarah's attention when it clanged a tiny bit. The Doctor locked the TARDIS and joined them momentarily. “How do we split?” Peter asked.
Chuck and Sarah immediately joined together. Casey nodded at the obvious choice and Orion joined him. River and Rory joined Chuck and Sarah, along with Neal. Peter, Amy and the Doctor moved toward the second group. Comms were past out and placed in all ears. “Neal,” he warned. The man held up his hands to stop any other arguments. Adjusting so they were all on the same frequency, they split up.
The electricity barely kept the lights high enough for everyone to walk around, but they couldn't see much else. Flashlights that were brought by the spies and the sonic screwdriver became extra light sources. Orion and Casey were in the lead of their group, hacker and picks at the ready for the first man and gun constantly ready for the second. Peter took the back, leaving Amy and the Doctor in the middle. Well, as much of the middle as one could be when the Doctor wouldn't stop investigating everything.
They came across the former area where they kept Amy first. She faltered, but continued, passing her hands over the former container that held her. Orion spotted a computer and hooked up the netbook to start hacking into the system. After a few minutes, Casey asked, “Anything?”
“Nothing. This hub doesn't have any important information and it isn't connected enough to get to any main network. It was mainly used for monitoring purposes,” he informed, shutting it down, “If there were a central area, it would be beneficial to head there.”
“The others are probably heading that way. We should see if they have any areas that would have had possible versions of paper trails,” Peter mentioned.
“Storage areas,” she concluded, turning to the Doctor, “Do you remember a blueprint where we could find those?”
“No, but we can find one,” he told them, going over to the computer, “Let me have a crack at that. There may be more than it's letting on.”
Sarah and River were at the front, both types of guns out and ready to shoot. Neal, Rory and Chuck rotated, depending on if anyone saw anything or if one was investigating something. Chuck and Neal kept their dart guns pointed down. Rory held a small scabbard; Chuck wondered why he had a complete Roman look. He also thought he saw him somewhere before.
Most of the rooms were devoid of anything that could help them out. There were no computers, no maps, files. Scattered chairs and tables were numerous while they walked around and checked rooms. It took a few minutes to get to actually get to a room that had something else in it. “Someone's former office,” Rory commented, walking around the wall. Chuck found a computer like electronic and started powering it up so he could hack in.
River also walked along the walls, looking for panels or hidden spaces that something could be stored. Sarah watched for anyone walking by and Neal stood behind Chuck, watching him work. No one found anything for a few minutes. Then, River activated a panel that opened a hole in the floor. “Haven't we seen this before?” Chuck remarked, looking over the screen and seeing the effect.
“Some things never change,” Neal commented. “Kinda small for a room, though.”
Rory dropped down near the hole, claiming, “I'll check.” The hole didn't go down far, and he easily hit the bottom. He rummaged around for a few minutes before getting back up with a couple of scraps of paper. “Nothing much,” he said, handing them to River.
She quickly ran them over. “Someone's diary,” she murmured. After reading it for a few minutes, she discarded them. “Workplace romance. Nothing about Amy or the last time she was here.”
Chuck was working through a hard encryption when he got through a particular firewall. “I'm in somewhere,” he announced, running another program while going through the new information. “This is on Amy. Movements, plans. It's how they kidnapped her.”
“They probably have something like that for Bryce,” Neal concluded, “Was this place still being used just after you rescued Amy?”
“For a short while,” River informed, “They had it declared unsecured and started moving things to another unknown location, but they might have began the preparations to replace Bryce here. There might be early ponderings or other clues.”
Chuck nodded and went further into the computer to try and get more information. Nothing else came up, even when he broke through everything. “Whatever they planned, it wasn't saved here.”
“Another room?” Sarah inquired, turning around a fraction of an inch to see everyone.
“There was a large security room of sorts last time,” Rory suggested, “Maybe that's where all of the information is.”
“Then we should find it,” Sarah decided, “River, let's clear the hallway.”
0=0
He couldn't see anything the first time he woke up. Everything was too bright. He was still tired from whatever had happened to him, and fell unconscious again. The second and third times weren't much better, the brightness still high. He did start hearing things around him. Most of it was mumbled and garbled.
He doesn't know if it's the sixth or seventh time that he was finally able to make out things. A couple of words on vital signs. That would probably be about me. Something about a mission, its failure. What do we do with Larkin? Anyone who asked that question usually followed it up by moving away from him, so he couldn't get a hint over what would happen.
He finally tried moving and barely got a response out of his arms. He did however figure out he was bound somehow, and if his arms were bound, then most likely his legs were as well. He felt like he was in a repeat of the Fulcrum and Ring captivities, wires, tubes and needles in several areas. Once his strength started returning more, it would be harder to get out of wherever he was.
Where was he anyway?
The last thing he remembered was opening the door to Neal's apartment and seeing two others there. A woman, roughly around forty to fifty in physical age, and a man about fifteen to twenty years younger. It was the man that he blanked on, the last thing he saw. It wasn't anything close to an Intersect flash that wiped him out. And why would they strap him down in something like the transport carrier that Fulcrum once used.
He couldn't really tell how much time was passing, and his next few wakenings were briefer than before. Finally, he was able to get enough strength during one of the times and tried to pull his arms out of the restraints. Whatever it was, it wasn't simple Velcro or rope. It was soft against his wrist, probably to provide protection against struggling from the patient.
They were talking again. Something about the Doctor trying to find him. Someone saying it would be impossible for the man to do so. Another brought up a River and others that were joining him. He picked up Intersects. Chuck and Neal. Which means Casey, Sarah and others. They're helping this guy, The Doctor, out.
He considered calling out when the people were nearby. Figure out reactions, see if he couldn't find a sympathetic person in the group. Instead, something above him slid open and he saw a woman with a scarred eye looking down at him. “He's awake. More anesthesia,” she ordered.
“We can't. His system's flooded with it,” someone argued, “He must be brought off the chemicals to get his body to a clean slate and ready for another Ganger.”
She sighed, frustrated, “Very well. Make sure he cannot escape.” She shut the viewing door. He became confused, and slightly worried. Ganger? And who the hell was she? What's going on?
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“Casey,” Chuck nagged, stepping out, “Sarah told you were coming back. Did you tell him how?”
She walked out after him. “I told him before the Doctor got back,” she defended, walking down towards weapons.
“What the hell's going on, Bartowski?” he grumbled.
“Bryce isn't Bryce. The Doctor called his clone a Ganger,” he explained, “We're going on an extraction mission to get him back. Are Mom and Dad here yet?”
“Frost's too deep in her assignment. Orion's finishing a couple of programs before getting here. He has a thirty minute ETA,” he informed.
“Good, okay, we'll fill him in while stocking TARDIS.”
“Stocking the what?” Chuck pointed behind him. Neal and Peter walked out just after his gesture. “Where did you two come from?”
Peter shook his head and waved toward the box. “Just look inside,” he suggested. The two of them walked after Chuck, leaving him standing alone. After a few minutes, he moved over to the doors and looked inside.
“Oh, Chuck me.”
0=0
Chuck walked down to the tech and others room. “Okay, there are bulletproof vests and dart guns here. Sarah could give you a few other guns if you don't want these,” he described.
“I'll stick with mine,” he said.
“She can also give you extra clips if you need them.” Peter agreed on that and took a vest to place underneath before going to find her. Neal found the clothes area and, after swiping a vest, changed into a looser shirt and pants so he could fight if necessary. He went back to Chuck, who was checking darts and clips. He took the second gun that was prepared and a few clips, hiding them around before settling down.
“What else might we need?” he prompted.
“Uh,” Chuck paused, going through a mental checklist, “Spare clothes. Food. Spare gun?” He turned to Neal. “I'm not exactly sure. Usually, when we go to get someone out, they've been.... hurt. But they would have had to keep Bryce healthy so they could continue to keep transmitting to the Ganger.”
“Yeah,” Neal nodded, looking at a few of the other items lining the walls.
“That and the Doctor probably has a ton of stuff on his ship. I barely got a few feet in, but I saw a lot of rooms.” Neal quirked a little smile at his excitement. Between the two of them, they figured on a couple of small hackers for digital locks and extra picks. Several comm units were picked through. Two netbooks and hard drive copiers and they figured they were set, placing everything on themselves.
The two of them headed back to the room with the TARDIS. Casey was carrying large weapons and a bag of items that clinked when he walked. Sarah came up with her own gun and another bag that also clinked. Peter was waiting inside, checking his gun and making sure the vest was secure. The Doctor and River had disappeared deep inside, according to Casey, who briefly talked to them when he first walked in. The Ganger was ignored; it had done nothing except breathe.
“What did you two grab?” Sarah questioned.
“Picks, hackers, netbooks and copiers,” he rattled off.
The Doctor and River came back up just as soon as Casey came back in with one last item. “Ready?” she asked.
Sarah turned to Casey. “We're still waiting for Orion,” he mentioned. They waited a few more minutes, until Castle alerted that a recognized person came in.
“I'll go meet with Dad,” Chuck suggested, moving out of the TARDIS. A couple of minutes went by before both walked in. Orion stopped, and walked back out before coming back in and closing the doors.
“We're good,” she confirmed.
“Then let's get going,” the Doctor insisted, going to the console and starting up the sequence to leave. Casey looked around as the TARDIS took off.
“What should be our first stop?” Peter posed.
“Well, the trace isn't done yet,” he said, confirming the status, “So, we go to the place where they held Amy, see if anyone's there, and check their computers for other places.”
Sexy decided that there had to be one more stop before they could hunt for Bryce. “What? What are you doing?” he questioned, “Where are you going?”
River checked the destination. “I think she wants us to pick up two more people,” she indicated. He looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened.
“All right, don't shoot the people I'm about to bring on,” he rushed, flying out the door. The group just took turns looking at each other for five minutes. They all looked back when two new people walked in.
“Oh, hello,” the man greeted, English accent present in his voice.
“River,” she called, Scottish accent ringing out, “What's going on?”
“Everyone, this is Amy and Rory Williams,” she introduced, “Two of the Doctor's former companions.”
Neal turned to River. “Is she....” he motioned. She nodded. The ones that knew the story became uncomfortably quiet. Sarah whispered parts into Casey's ear when his expression turned dark, so he wouldn't be angry at being uninformed. There was still anger, just not at them. Orion continued to be confused until Chuck passed him his phone, which had the story.
“Okay, awkwardness all around,” Amy broke in, trying to change the atmosphere.
“They know about us,” River divulged.
“Oh,” Rory voiced. Then they became uncomfortable. The Doctor, ignoring it all, rushed back up to the console and checking the results of his trace. “What exactly is going on?”
Amy had moved up to follow and caught sight of the Ganger. “Why is he tied up?” she asked.
“Ganger,” Chuck mentioned, “He tried attacking the Doctor.”
“Not good,” Rory muttered.
“I don't get it,” Amy commented, “We stopped them before. Their plans blew up in their faces and I ki-” She looked around at the others, unsure about finishing.
“Killed Madame Kovarian,” River finished.
“During the distorted timeline, so that may not have worked,” the Doctor pointed out.
“I did it; it worked,” she settled. Casey grunted in approval. She didn't quite know what to make of it. “We stopped them before; why would they try almost the exact same thing?”
“Maybe they thought the slight variation would make a difference?” Neal pointed out.
“Variation?” Rory brought up.
“Using a Ganger instead of the actual person to commit the crime.” He looked over to Chuck. “Could it be possible that getting him would activate a trigger? A sleeper of sorts?”
He thought about it and turned to Sarah. “The CIA has ways of breaking latent triggers in sleeper agents,” she comforted, “We'll figure all of them out.”
Everyone went silent as the trace completed. The Doctor moved over to checked it and yelled at the results. “It didn't finish! How could it not finish?” he raged, typing in commands.
Peter looked over to the spot where the Ganger had been. “Probably because your source is no longer usable,” he reported. The Ganger had dissolved, a gooed mess entangled with the nodes and wires on the floor.
“Oh, no, nononononono!” he shouted.
“It dissolved so you couldn't track it back,” Orion muttered, going over to the computer. He started going through the results it had gotten and initiated his own search. The Doctor came up behind him and watched as he tried to finish the search.
River took off the breaks and steered the TARDIS when they landed in the place where the woman had held Amy. Sarah and Casey were the first ones out, sweeping around for people. They motioned for others when they didn't see anyone in the immediate vicinity.
Chuck came out with Orion. Neal followed carefully with Peter and Amy. River held a gun that Casey was going to have to ask about later. Rory took a few minutes, changed into a strange costume that grabbed Sarah's attention when it clanged a tiny bit. The Doctor locked the TARDIS and joined them momentarily. “How do we split?” Peter asked.
Chuck and Sarah immediately joined together. Casey nodded at the obvious choice and Orion joined him. River and Rory joined Chuck and Sarah, along with Neal. Peter, Amy and the Doctor moved toward the second group. Comms were past out and placed in all ears. “Neal,” he warned. The man held up his hands to stop any other arguments. Adjusting so they were all on the same frequency, they split up.
The electricity barely kept the lights high enough for everyone to walk around, but they couldn't see much else. Flashlights that were brought by the spies and the sonic screwdriver became extra light sources. Orion and Casey were in the lead of their group, hacker and picks at the ready for the first man and gun constantly ready for the second. Peter took the back, leaving Amy and the Doctor in the middle. Well, as much of the middle as one could be when the Doctor wouldn't stop investigating everything.
They came across the former area where they kept Amy first. She faltered, but continued, passing her hands over the former container that held her. Orion spotted a computer and hooked up the netbook to start hacking into the system. After a few minutes, Casey asked, “Anything?”
“Nothing. This hub doesn't have any important information and it isn't connected enough to get to any main network. It was mainly used for monitoring purposes,” he informed, shutting it down, “If there were a central area, it would be beneficial to head there.”
“The others are probably heading that way. We should see if they have any areas that would have had possible versions of paper trails,” Peter mentioned.
“Storage areas,” she concluded, turning to the Doctor, “Do you remember a blueprint where we could find those?”
“No, but we can find one,” he told them, going over to the computer, “Let me have a crack at that. There may be more than it's letting on.”
Sarah and River were at the front, both types of guns out and ready to shoot. Neal, Rory and Chuck rotated, depending on if anyone saw anything or if one was investigating something. Chuck and Neal kept their dart guns pointed down. Rory held a small scabbard; Chuck wondered why he had a complete Roman look. He also thought he saw him somewhere before.
Most of the rooms were devoid of anything that could help them out. There were no computers, no maps, files. Scattered chairs and tables were numerous while they walked around and checked rooms. It took a few minutes to get to actually get to a room that had something else in it. “Someone's former office,” Rory commented, walking around the wall. Chuck found a computer like electronic and started powering it up so he could hack in.
River also walked along the walls, looking for panels or hidden spaces that something could be stored. Sarah watched for anyone walking by and Neal stood behind Chuck, watching him work. No one found anything for a few minutes. Then, River activated a panel that opened a hole in the floor. “Haven't we seen this before?” Chuck remarked, looking over the screen and seeing the effect.
“Some things never change,” Neal commented. “Kinda small for a room, though.”
Rory dropped down near the hole, claiming, “I'll check.” The hole didn't go down far, and he easily hit the bottom. He rummaged around for a few minutes before getting back up with a couple of scraps of paper. “Nothing much,” he said, handing them to River.
She quickly ran them over. “Someone's diary,” she murmured. After reading it for a few minutes, she discarded them. “Workplace romance. Nothing about Amy or the last time she was here.”
Chuck was working through a hard encryption when he got through a particular firewall. “I'm in somewhere,” he announced, running another program while going through the new information. “This is on Amy. Movements, plans. It's how they kidnapped her.”
“They probably have something like that for Bryce,” Neal concluded, “Was this place still being used just after you rescued Amy?”
“For a short while,” River informed, “They had it declared unsecured and started moving things to another unknown location, but they might have began the preparations to replace Bryce here. There might be early ponderings or other clues.”
Chuck nodded and went further into the computer to try and get more information. Nothing else came up, even when he broke through everything. “Whatever they planned, it wasn't saved here.”
“Another room?” Sarah inquired, turning around a fraction of an inch to see everyone.
“There was a large security room of sorts last time,” Rory suggested, “Maybe that's where all of the information is.”
“Then we should find it,” Sarah decided, “River, let's clear the hallway.”
0=0
He couldn't see anything the first time he woke up. Everything was too bright. He was still tired from whatever had happened to him, and fell unconscious again. The second and third times weren't much better, the brightness still high. He did start hearing things around him. Most of it was mumbled and garbled.
He doesn't know if it's the sixth or seventh time that he was finally able to make out things. A couple of words on vital signs. That would probably be about me. Something about a mission, its failure. What do we do with Larkin? Anyone who asked that question usually followed it up by moving away from him, so he couldn't get a hint over what would happen.
He finally tried moving and barely got a response out of his arms. He did however figure out he was bound somehow, and if his arms were bound, then most likely his legs were as well. He felt like he was in a repeat of the Fulcrum and Ring captivities, wires, tubes and needles in several areas. Once his strength started returning more, it would be harder to get out of wherever he was.
Where was he anyway?
The last thing he remembered was opening the door to Neal's apartment and seeing two others there. A woman, roughly around forty to fifty in physical age, and a man about fifteen to twenty years younger. It was the man that he blanked on, the last thing he saw. It wasn't anything close to an Intersect flash that wiped him out. And why would they strap him down in something like the transport carrier that Fulcrum once used.
He couldn't really tell how much time was passing, and his next few wakenings were briefer than before. Finally, he was able to get enough strength during one of the times and tried to pull his arms out of the restraints. Whatever it was, it wasn't simple Velcro or rope. It was soft against his wrist, probably to provide protection against struggling from the patient.
They were talking again. Something about the Doctor trying to find him. Someone saying it would be impossible for the man to do so. Another brought up a River and others that were joining him. He picked up Intersects. Chuck and Neal. Which means Casey, Sarah and others. They're helping this guy, The Doctor, out.
He considered calling out when the people were nearby. Figure out reactions, see if he couldn't find a sympathetic person in the group. Instead, something above him slid open and he saw a woman with a scarred eye looking down at him. “He's awake. More anesthesia,” she ordered.
“We can't. His system's flooded with it,” someone argued, “He must be brought off the chemicals to get his body to a clean slate and ready for another Ganger.”
She sighed, frustrated, “Very well. Make sure he cannot escape.” She shut the viewing door. He became confused, and slightly worried. Ganger? And who the hell was she? What's going on?
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