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

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Ajax had long since been rid of his shame and stripped nude in the presence of the guards. Years and years of prison life and abuse would do that to you. As he stepped into the shower, ('[color=DeepSkyBlue][i]Of course it's a bloody cold shower.[/i][/color]') he thought about how long he would survive these so called "experiments". Counting the time between each prisoner being taken away, he averaged it on about three days or so. Three days of living wasn't the best statistic but it gave him enough time to escape.

Mr. Winston could try to escape now but he was interested in knowing what the sacrifice of all those men and women were for before he escaped or got killed. Death was no longer problem, if anything it was welcomed by him. The cold embrace of the void would end all of his problems. Existence was pain for him. But being free seemed like a good idea, the scientist herself said that they wouldn't even bother to catch him. As he hummed the tune to "I Will Survive", he vanished all thoughts from his mind. This was how he relaxed, in the silence with only the sound of water pattering off tile and skin for accompaniment. 

The man turned the shower off before grabbing his towel. As he stepped out of the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist, he frowned. His clothes were gone. The clothes he wore in the bus as well as the clothes that were given him were gone. He looked up at the two guards and a tense silence was held between them. "Your clothes were sent to quarantine to be cleansed, Z415." The crackle of their voice comms. hid any emotion in the soldier's voice. 

'[color=DeepSkyBlue][i]So this is a joke. Huh. I guess I should be angry but this is kind of funny.[/i][/color]' Ajax shook his head before letting himself be escorted back to the scientist. He was dripping wet, the towel was coming off and the floor was ice cold but he didn't mind. He knew a good prank when he saw one, even if it was hidden under layers of professionalism. As he was presented before the table of food, he casually sat down on the table. Not even bothering with the fact that his towel came off the instance he sat down ('[color=DeepSkyBlue][i]They changed the size of the towel too. The bastards![/i][/color]'), he dug into the food. When he wiped the plate clean, he crossed his arms across his dripping chest.

"[color=DeepSkyBlue]So when do we begin doc?[/color]" He swore he heard one of the guards snicker.