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Ivan Tesla

Ivan was a man of few words during the transport of his Subject, and a man of even fewer words once they arrive in the presence of Saunders. The most he could manage was a slight sarcastic smile at her when she had piped up about something being cheerful. As they finally reached Sector 4, and he was addressed for the code, he nodded silently before bending towards the code pad slightly and entering the twenty digit code. 01123581321345589144. The Fibonacci sequence. Afterwards, the cell was opened and his Subject was placed inside, Ivan once again entering the code to seal the cell.

Once all of that was out of the way, Ivan spoke his first words to the Saunders. "Subject 918-4X has a name. It's Elissa, I trust you will address her by such whilst in my presence. Are we clear, Ms. Saunders? I do hope we are." His tone was just on the brink of condescending, like a teacher giving one of her students a harsh talking to about missing out on homework. He turned away from her to eye the two opposite cells, 4Y and 4Z, both of them appearing to already have been occupied. Then, with a turn on his heel, he swiveled towards the elevator and began walking, his steps resounded off of the walls. "Shall we go then, Ms. Saunders?" He called out, head turned slight to the left so he could eye her out of his peripheral. And then his head straightened once more and he stepped onto the lift.

"Do hurry, Saunders. We're on a schedule, are we not?"