She opens her eyes. Her head is still woozy from the explosion. Such a foolish decision to dive in by herself into such unknown water, even with her powers. She was lucky that the blast didn't kill her, again thanks to her durability. She tries to move, finding it hard to do. Guess she's still too weak for that.
She forces her groggy head to remember what had happened. Oh yes, she was in the control room when a mini sub containing her subordinates suddenly disappeared from radar. Should've repaired the drone, she tells herself. This crap won't happen if we were better at keeping our stuffs together. Now her blurry eyes have regained their function. She looks around. She's in a stark white and clean room, with a smell not unlike a medical bay. She looks to her sides, and sees a monitor displaying heat signature of a woman's silhouette, a heartbeat monitor, and full body scan of a woman. The woman silhouettes head move as her head moves. I'm being cared for. Cool displays, by the way, she tells herself. But why is this place so cold?. She leans down, and her eyes widens. She's not dressed in a comfy gown and tucked in a sheet. Instead, she's dressed in bikini she wears under the wetsuit and lying on a bare metal stretcher with straps winched tight around her body. Her arms and ankles are held on place by futuristic looking handcuffs melded into the stretcher. On her arms are red needle marks. She growls, her strength seemingly returning, but she's helpless against the cuffs.
"THIS AIN'T HOW YOU TREAT YOUR PATIENTS!!" she shouts. No replies or signs of life. Suddenly, she hears someone's coming.
She forces her groggy head to remember what had happened. Oh yes, she was in the control room when a mini sub containing her subordinates suddenly disappeared from radar. Should've repaired the drone, she tells herself. This crap won't happen if we were better at keeping our stuffs together. Now her blurry eyes have regained their function. She looks around. She's in a stark white and clean room, with a smell not unlike a medical bay. She looks to her sides, and sees a monitor displaying heat signature of a woman's silhouette, a heartbeat monitor, and full body scan of a woman. The woman silhouettes head move as her head moves. I'm being cared for. Cool displays, by the way, she tells herself. But why is this place so cold?. She leans down, and her eyes widens. She's not dressed in a comfy gown and tucked in a sheet. Instead, she's dressed in bikini she wears under the wetsuit and lying on a bare metal stretcher with straps winched tight around her body. Her arms and ankles are held on place by futuristic looking handcuffs melded into the stretcher. On her arms are red needle marks. She growls, her strength seemingly returning, but she's helpless against the cuffs.
"THIS AIN'T HOW YOU TREAT YOUR PATIENTS!!" she shouts. No replies or signs of life. Suddenly, she hears someone's coming.
