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Sitting at a cold metal table with Nancy and across from Jonathan, Sloane couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into. Here she was, sitting in a very sketchy government lab with two teenagers who had no idea what the hell they were doing. Not a comfortable situation, really.
Standing up from the table, Nancy looked straight into the camera in the corner of the room, shouting, "Hey! Hey, assholes! Let us out of here!"
Just as she finished her statement, the door opened causing Sloane to jump halfway out of her skin. Being in this building sent a chill down her spine, especially now that she knew everything about the cruel, twisted things and actions these walls contained.
An older man with gray hair wearing a labcoat peeked through the doorway, exclaiming, "Oh! Not very pleasant in here, is it?"
"Tell me about it," Sloane scoffed under breath while her legs were kicked up on the table and her arms were crossed.
The man continued, "Sorry about that. Hospitality's not our strong suit. You know, scientists and all." When none of the three teenagers responded to him, he sighed and checked his watch, "Yeah. Okay. You up for a little walk?"
Sloane had a feeling when he asked this that they didn't actually have much of a choice in the matter, so she dropped her feet from the table and stood up, trying her best to appear intimidating. Of course, it didn't help that she was only 5'2" but she did what she could. They hesitated as the scientist left the room.
He called back after, saying, "I'm assuming you're behind me!" This caused all of them to jump into action and finally leave that dreadful room. Sloane felt relieved to be out of there, but the alternative wasn't much of an upgrade. Surrounded by white tile walls and gray floors along with the dim lighting made the hallways appear threateningly dark, never a good sign.
"Men of science have made abundant mistakes of every kind," the man quoted as they walked, "George Sarton said that. You guys know who George Sarton is? Doesn't really matter. The point is, mistakes have been made. Yes."
"Mistakes?" Nancy questioned, skepticism dripping from her tone.
"Yes," he continued.
"You killed Barbara," the brunette spit.
"Little more than a mistake, doc," Sloane backed her up, crossing her arms to provide any amount of warmth the cold hallways of the facility lacked greatly.
The scientist simply brushed this off, saying, "Abundant mistakes, but the men involved with those mistakes, the ones responsible for what happened to your brother and Miss Holland's death, they're gone. They're gone, for better or for worse, I'm the schmuck they brought in to make things better. But I can't make things better without your help."
Nancy scoffed, rightfully so, "You mean without shutting us up?"
"She's tough, this one. You guys been together long?" The man asked Jonathan, causing Sloane to snort from behind them in an attempt to hold back her laughter.
