Snippet #1888884

Adrian Carlos

Adrian watched as the last of the subjects were herded into the truck. He watched Destiny finish shoving Nick and Shayla in before walking over to Monica. He gestured for Destiny to join them.
"I'll drive with this blockhead" he jerked a thumb at the man behind him "in the truck, if you could follow in one of the black cars in the garage that would be great. " he lowered his voice, to the annoyance of the scientist "I need to make sure the infuriating white coats know there place and we remain in control…"
With that he walked to the front of the truck and made his way into the drivers seat.
"Excuse me-" The scientists voice was cut off, with an icy glare from Adrian.
"You no longer have a problem with me driving, got that?"
The man held in a retort, giving a rather pathetic glare back at Adrian before climbing into the passenger seat.
Adrian turned the key in the ignition, pressing his foot onto the accelerator, purposefully making the truck jerk forward. At once, the truck roared to life and sped past the gates of the facility, with a non-too gentle bump on the curb.


Shanae Vena

<Shanae? You okay?>
Shanae flinched slightly at Erin's touch before forcing herself to relax slightly. The whole situation had set her nerves on edge.
<Alive. But not okay, as per usual> Shanae sent softly. Okay was not something she'd been able to relate to for years.
"Someon- Someone mind telling me what the hell is going on? Now. Before I pass out would be nice."
Shayla.
<Erin, can you pass this on.>
She was about to relay a basic message, when she had a thought about how the message may be sent. Rather than sending direct words, Shanae sent a series of images and emotions. She started with sending a very brief image of Daniel on the rack, before brushing over it and continuing with Jason and Axel coming in. She skipped the memories of Adrian's "murder", preferring to tell Shayla in private. The next images and feelings were ones of escape, before Miss Flack burst in. Then she cut the images short.
<It's only a brief summary…>
"Is everyone alright?"
Shanae glanced up at Daniel through the bars of the cage.
<Please could you let him know I'm here and...fine for now>
Again a stab of annoyance at the way she was forced to rely on someone else passing the messages on. She wanted nothing more to go over and simply stay with Shayla and Daniel, but the cages barred any notion like it. She could just see half of the cage Jason was in from her vision point, that and Daniels. To her right was Erin, to whom she could assume Shayla was next to, from the sound of her voice.
Suddenly the truck gave a huge lurch forward. Throwing Shanae into the side. Her head smashed onto the metal. The truck was moving. She gave a frightened glance at Erin as she felt the cold metal floor move beneath her. There was another large jerk as the truck jumped over a curb. Whoever was driving evidently didn't care for the cargo. Shanae found herself sliding to the corner of her confinement, as the truck turned. There was a thin beam of light coming from outside, and Shanae pressed her eye to the tiny crack.
For the first time in four years, she could see outside the facility.