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As the muffled, staccato resonance of the steel door subsided, it swung open. D, just relieved of the blunt pain in his hand, stood closest to the door as it swung open. He came eye-to-eye with a man clad in a labcoat. Though the scientist looked through him without much attention to spare, D's heart skipped violently; his gaze filled with an unbridled rage from some deep, repressed space within his mind. He flexed his muscles, moving as to prepare to throw another punch, this time into something far more fragile than a thick steel door. 

He recoiled only at the reaction of the guards flanking the scientist. As soon as he telegraphed his intent, the pair had trained their weapons into the room. Standing down and staying his hand did nothing to quell the wave of anger that had crashed upon him. If anything, it was exacerbated by the thin, twisted smile the scientist's face bore as he spoke, naming each of them by the codes that had marked their pods. Experiments... Subjects... D had heard the soldiers correctly... and he, VV, A, and Pia were part of it all; it was obvious, all things considered. 

D caught a moment of calmness to bring himself down. They were, he reminded himself, seeking answers. Now there was someone right in front of them that they might be able to wrestle some clarity out of. He drew in a soothing breath. A and Pia were first out of their cell. D stepped into the doorway after them, but turned to VV before crossing the threshold. [color=9e0b0f]"We need to follow the guy in the labcoat,"[/color] he said. [color=9e0b0f]"If we're gonna find out anything, we've gotta squeeze it out of him; if anyone has answers, it'll be that bastard. I'm sure of it."[/color]

[color=440e62][i]The fool knows not the powers he's trifling with.[/i][/color]

D's temples pulsed. [color=9e0b0f]"But I doubt he'll talk easily."[/color]
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