[center][b][h1]Ajax Winston[/h1][/b][/center]

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When the scientist threw a little fit about the number of prisoners on the bus, Ajax let himself let out a little smirk before erasing, returning to the cool facade he had earlier. Inwardly, he gave a little frown. '[color=DeepSkyBlue][i]Why am I the only one here?[/i][/color]' "Come. You will be referred to as Z415." As the guards gripped on his arms, he let himself be carried away into the facility. He snorted, these people won't even give the time of the day. He was about as useful as a guinea pig to them, the fact that she didn't give him the time of day to look him in the eye told him everything. They'd just call him "prisoner" or "subject". One of the guards looked down at him before tightening their grip, a universal sign of 'behave'.

Ajax grumbled under his breath, mumbling about "shitty guards" before letting himself be immersed into the base. It was obviously military, uniformed men with firearms ran all over the place, helicopters launching and arriving. He saw a pair of helicopter pilots shout at each other, exchanging curses and insults. It took him a brief moment to see the two helicopters behind them, a bit too close for comfort and both without their rotor blades. As the group walked past the scene, he craned his neck to try and take another look but they were led down to a deeper level by elevator.

As they stepped into the vast laboratory, Ajax raised an eyebrow. It would've taken years of work and several billion dollars to even create a facility of this size. '[color=DeepSkyBlue][i]I guess that's what my prisoner fees are going.[/i][/color]' Prisoner fees were daily taxes on the prisoners so the government could at least gain some of the money they had in their abandoned bank accounts. When your account turned zero, you were useless to them and were sent out to do 20 hour shifts in the Yard. Several families started to insert money into their relative's bank account to keep them in the prison.

As the scientist face him the usual run down of questions, Ajax was slightly impressed. She obviously knew how to handle a "dangerous" and "volatile" person such as himself. "[color=DeepSkyBlue]Well, I don't smoke but are antidepressants and anti-convulsants mood stabilisers the drugs you talkin' about?[/color]" He was ignored and represented a pile of grey prisoner clothes and the usual "equipment" for daily prisoner life. He pushed the guards off him, gently so he wouldn't be shot by them. He grabbed the prisoner clothes and swiped the soap and toothbrush.

Ajax looked down at the prisoner clothes before grimacing, ignoring the scientist completely. These were Death Row clothes. He glanced at the guards, gripping their assault rifles tightly, slightly pointing it at him at an angle that was just enough for him to see. There was no escape. "[color=DeepSkyBlue]A shower before my untimely death huh? How many body bags have you sent back ta families for yer experiments, doc? To save humanity, right? Well what if we [b]lose[/b] our humanity? What are we then?[/color]" Even as he was silently being carried away by the guards towards the nearest shower, he was still chuckling darkly. The sound of a man doomed to his faith.