Snippet #2368336

As the unsuspecting bus made its way to the great city of lights, big apples, and anonymity, a commotion arose back at C-CLASS...

"Eleven people? We lost eleven people? Who were the idiots running the night shift? How did you let eleven of our detainees escape? One is barely excusable, but eleven??"

Staff would be fired, dead detainees collected and either discarded or kept for scientific purposes that they couldn't perform on live subjects, and the lot of the ones who tried to escape were punished with solitary, sleep deprivation, and/or starvation.

"Find them. Find them immediately!"

Yet as the scientists, officials, and staff bustled about nervously, hurriedly, and frantically, a different threat loomed over the government facility...a threat that had blossomed in the middle of the previously mentioned city, and had traveled, searching for more victims....searching for more power.....

The bus finally pulled up to a familiar stop, a few blocks away from Times Square, but finally in NYC. Jay smiled lightly, awake for the whole trip thinking. He knew how to get to his apartment from here, but he decided to find the penthouse first before hazarding a trip back to his place. That is, if the others knew to get off here. If not, he'd just find his own place. These people already had difficult telling Asians apart. There was a very slim chance he'd be recognized. At least by anyone who mattered.

He stood up as the bus slowed, and walked to the front as it stopped, skipping down the steps and waiting with crossed arms and his typical perfect posture for the others to come off.