More talk about the makeovers was being tossed around, and Tatyana tuned most of it out. She wasn’t worried with the details. She would leave the planning up to their host and Korea, since Taemin worked at the salon and Korea seemed to be the only one really having anything to say about it. She didn’t care when or how they would do it, just as long as they did. She didn’t see the point in stressing about it though. If Taemin was offering to help and willing to risk his job, then so be it. If worst came to worst and he did get fired, Scotland could always step into help him out. “First. We need to cut out the microchips.” Tatyana almost laughed, but stopped when she saw their leader wasn’t kidding. She saw the small amount of blood dripping from his arm and then Africa, and then hinted at it being Korea’s turn. Tatyana shook her head and walked off to the kitchen. If England seriously thought he was going to cut into her, he had another thing coming. All of them did if they would think she’s that dumb to let him. She would rather let Sam remove it than England. She knew where she chip was. She saw it almost everyday, even if her shirt covered it. If she had let England cut the chip out, he would probably remove a kidney or two along with the chip. She grabbed the sharpest knife she could find and lifting up her shirt, cut out the chip in her abdomen. She threw the chip on the ground and stepped on it, making sure it was completely destroyed. She cleaned herself and the kitchen up before returning to the others, her shirt slightly up so Korea could heal her when he was free.
Sam felt the excitement drain from him when he was Crispin cut into his own arm. He had not been paying attention to the conversation before him, so such events drew him back to reality. All he knew was that the conversation had just been so positive and hopeful, and now there was blood. He didn’t understand why he was slicing skin and shedding blood until he pulled the little squares out of him and Elani. Sam nodded his head slightly, it finally dawning on him. The scientists must have put something in each of them. Tatyana disappeared and then Jae was healing the other two. At least no one had to worry about healing and infection since Jae could guarantee nothing bad would happen to them. Sam didn’t really want to be cut into, especially after the group had just escaped years of such torture. There were still scars in some areas of his body where the scientists had “observed.” They could be painful reminders, but Sam tried to think of them as nothing more than a symbol of how much he had survived and how much more he could endure. He waited patiently for his turn, noting when Tatyana came back. Only a few more before his turn.