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Posted. There are a few typos. Forgive me, I'm tired :( Either way, just to clarify guards, they're just employees who help around the facility...however, they happened to be trained in self-defense, just in case the kids decide to turn on them. In the post that I made, what happened is, the characters were woken and guided by several guards to the Gym, where's they've met 3/4ths of the team that's going to be experimenting on them.

I will get in a post in later, maybe tomorrow in the break between classes, or during the weekend. Just to repeat what I just posted elsewhere:

Classes start tomorrow. I may start being a lot slower (even slower than I already am) these next few months. I think I'm taking a lot of reading and writing intensive classes this semester, and so I'll be a little slowed by that. I'll still have my long weekend to reply, but I'm also looking for a job. Either way, things are going to get a little tight from here till winter.

E P I S O D E   2

The Conference Room

Dr. Singh entered a wide, open gymnasium. "The Gym" as it had been dubbed, was at the very center of the facility. An enormous room, it was equipped with everything from exercising equipment, to medium sized glass cubicles, to tall standing metal mazes. It's walls, a dull off white in color, towered well beyond Dr. Singh's head. It had been made with one purpose in mind; large scale experimentation. 

Dr. Singh gave a careful and tentative smile to her co-worker, Dr. Kaur, who sat at a circular table on a raised platform in the middle of The Gym. Deep in thought, he barely seemed to register her presence. He was shuffling through an untidy stack of notes, some crumpled, others crisp and freshly written. His eyebrows drew together in deep concentration before he signaled for her consultation. She quickly scaled the steps of the platform, approaching Dr. Kaur, and leaning over his shoulder to read the papers he was gesturing too. 

"Sarisha," He said, his voice unsure, his hand raised. The ring on his left ring finger glinted in the light from the ceiling, and for a moment, Dr. Singh idly wondered if Mrs. Kaur was a happy woman. It seemed Dr. Kaur never left his office nowadays.

"Yes?"

"We're missing one." He lifted the papers from off the table ever so slightly. They were trembling, and his face bore the look of a distraught man. 

"I saw them myself, when they came in last night," he continued, "There are only six of them. But, from what we received, there should be seven."

Dr. Singh frowned. She didn't need that bit of information. After all, she had escorted each and every one of them to their rooms, prolonging a good night's rest to ensure that they'd settled in. She had memorized their faces, all so young and bewildered. Some of them had talked with her casually, others had kept their mouths clamped, either too tired or too scared to say something.

Truth be told, Dr. Sarisha Singh hadn't, at first, really been sure what'd she signed up for when she had agreed to work on a top secret, high paying, government funded project. All she had ever really been sure of was the "high paying" part. That had been just enough to get her to blindly agree.

A few months ago, a big black Cadillac had parked itself in the driveway of her small, Brooklyn located home in New York, and two, handsome, strapping men, wearing dark glasses and smooth black suits had come knocking at her front door. They had escorted her to the van, speaking genially with her about how it was in the job requirements. Dr. Singh hadn't quite understood what "it" was, but if it meant "getting kidnapped by the government" she didn't like it one bit.

They had taken her to an ostentatious looking building with expensive looking furnishings, and a wall that was so completely glass it had baffled Dr. Singh, from the moment she had stepped into the building, till the moment she left. 

In this magical and lavish building, Dr. Singh's two escorts had guided her to an equally well-adorned office, complete with a large, gold framed picture of the president. She had been seated in a surprisingly uncomfortable editor's chair, behind a dark oak desk, in front of a handsome, well tanned, blonde man. To his side stood a tall, but lean Asian man, whose glasses were, to Dr. Singh, reminiscent of Harry Potter's.  

"Good morning, Ms. Singh," The blond man had said kindly. Dr. Singh had smiled; though she had worked hard for her degree, she felt correcting people on minor misstatements was pretentious and uncalled for. Either way, the blonde man had quickly corrected himself when his Asian friend gave a pronounced and meaningful cough.

"Doctor Singh," And he smiled a dazzling smile that made Dr. Singh wonder why this well-suited man hadn't chosen to become a Calvin Klein model instead.

"I'm Tommy Anderson." He said, lifting a bronzed hand. More like Tommy Hilfiger, Dr. Singh thought wistfully as they shook hands. His grip was firm, but warm, and Dr. Singh felt her face tinge pink. She quickly withdrew her hand and waited for Tommy the model/government employee to say something.

He glanced back at the Asian man, who stood rigid and distant by the window of the office. He was going through a thick accordion folder, pulling out a multitude of heavily stapled profiles of God-knew-what. Dr. Singh waited patiently as he crossed the distance between the window and the desk. With an unceremonious thud, he dumped most of the contents of the folder in a neat but overwhelming pile in front of Dr. Singh.

"Those are your coworkers, and the subjects," He said, sniffing, "I am Dr. Chan. I'll be leading this little experiment." 

Dr. Singh's bemused stare traveled back and forth between Dr. Chan and the model, before settling on Tommy's face for an explanation. He grinned apologetically, and shooed Dr. Chan away. Without so much of a complaint, the brooding man sidestepped back to his corner of the office by the window.      

Tommy gestured to the piles questioningly, and Dr. Singh nodded and said, "Go ahead."

He smiled another brilliant smile before reaching out to splay the pile of papers in such a way that the pictures at the upper left hand corner of each file became visible.  

"These are your coworkers," He said, and pointed to the pictures of three people, one of which Dr. Singh had just met, "Dr. Chan, Dr. Kaur, and Dr. Lee." 

"And these," Now he focused on six, thick, highly multi-layered profiles, "Are the subjects." 

Children. The subject of the experiments were all children. Dr. Singh had scrutinized their faces; not one of them was more than twenty. Tommy reclined in his much more comfortable chair, allowing Dr. Singh to sift through the papers. He gave her all the time she needed to read over several of their profiles. The experiment was...odd, but exciting. When Dr. Singh expressed her enthusiasm, Dr. Chan's dark, moody face had seemed to light up like a Christmas Tree.

Tommy had proceeded to inform Dr. Singh that she would be moving her residence from her home in Brooklyn to a secret facility somewhere in the middle of Georgia. 

Two months and half later, Dr. Singh had been moved into the outwardly dreary facility located in rural Georgia. The facility was surrounded by towering, rolling hills, providing it with an almost complete seclusion from the outside world. 

There, she had met the rest of her coworkers. 

There was the pretty Dr. Emily Lee, a Caucasian woman who was so American she wasn't quite sure where her ancestry lay. She had a vibrant, enthusiastic personality, and they had hit it off immediately. A few weeks later, Dr. Singh had been on more than two dates with her.

Then, there was Dr. Prakash Kaur a married man, just twenty eight years old, father of one. A first generation American, Dr. Kaur had forgone turbans and long beards in favor of a light shadow, and ruffled, free flowing, curly hair. He had mistaken Dr. Singh for Indian, but she had quickly explained she was Indo-Caribbean, to which he had cheerfully replied that they shared roots. Dr. Singh had smiled amiably, but the last Indian roots she had shared had been some twenty or so generations ago.

Alongside Dr. Chan, Dr. Singh had discovered her coworkers to be diligent and dedicated people. They had spent an entire months of careful preparation, tailoring the inside of their personal cinder block to suit the needs and desires of the seven children. They had meticulously created experiment upon experiment, designed to test the limits of the subjects.     

On the night of their arrival, Dr. Singh had happily volunteered to lead the children to their rooms. After six children had been safely locked up, she had waited for hours for the seventh to arrive. The sun had been well over the horizon when she had dumped herself in bed next to a softly snoring Dr. Lee, having decided that number seven would not arrive. 

So she very well knew that there were six, not seven, children.

"Don't worry Prakash," She said comfortingly, "We were holed up here the entire time. Government can blame us for something they never delivered on."

Dr. Kaur nodded slowly, but the frown plastered to his face said he didn't quite believe her.

"Danial is going to blow a fuse," He said, looking nervous. 

Dr. Singh snorted. Dr. Chan could blow all the fuses he wanted; it wasn't there fault they were short one. 

"What's going on?" A voice interrupted. Dr.Lee had appeared looking fresh and clean. Dr. Singh grinned, and the other woman reached down to peck her on the lips gently.

"We're missing one of 'em," Dr. Singh said. Emily frowned, but didn't say anything. Taking a seat next to Dr. Singh, she motioned for Dr. Kaur to pass the profile, to which he obliged. 

"Danial's going to be pissed." She mused, and Dr. Singh and Dr. Kaur laughed. A few minuted later, the double door entrance of The Gym opened. Several "guards", employees the government had handled to help care for the children alongside the psychologists, entered, leading behind them the six of seven children the doctors had been promised. 

The children were lead to the platform, where they were sat around the circular table. Dr. Kaur smiled at them genially. Dr. Chan was nowhere to be found. 

Hesitantly, Dr. Lee checked her watch. She gave the double doors an apprehensive glance, before standing up. Her brunette hair slid down hers shoulders, thick, bouncy, and healthy. She looked at the each of the children's face, before smiling. 

"Hello." She paused. "My name is Dr. Lee, though you all may call me Emily. These are my co-workers, Dr. Kaur, and Dr. Singh, whom you all met last night." She paused again, and Dr. Singh took a moment to smile at the children, hoping they remembered her face.

Dr. Lee proceeded carefully with her speech. It was one that she and Dr. Singh had gone over several times.

"What the six of you may, or may not, know, is that you have been brought to this facility to be experimented on. If each of you thought you were alone, you should know, you are not. The six of you express something unprecedented in the world of psychology...two minds. Or at least, that's what it looks like. We, your doctors, don't believe you to be sick. We're not sure why it is you all are able to do what you can, but that's why we're here," She paused again and smiled, "We want to help you. With the permission of your parents, or otherwise, we'll be conducting several experiments designed to determine what makes you all so special, and prove that none of you express a psychological disability. Rather, we're here to prove you are the new human...what the human race is destined to become...now, any questions?"

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