Disclaimer: I only own MSRCC; it's employees and all Sues.
A/N: I had planned to take a hiatus from Suebashing fics and write some more serious stuff, but this story was scratching at the back of my mind with magenta glitter claws, so I decided to write it immediately. I know that in Misinformedit was just the Mary Sue Rehabilitation Center, but I changed it into the Mary Sue Rehabilitation and Control Center. It fit with the plot better. Anyway, enjoy!
It was six 'o clock in the morning, and employees were streaming into the Mary Sue Rehabilitation and Control Center. The sprawling, redbrick complex included training courts, a hangar for all the transportation devices, the dorms and mess for the employees, hospital wards for the stricken Sues, and the main building. The only other structure in the Land Between the Stories was the CCCGSMS (Center for the Control and Care of Gary Stus and Marty Sams) complex. All the employees of these elite Centers were from different fandoms, selected for their intelligence, cunning, and common sense. Trained from age 15, they were instructed in archery, Suespotting, disguise, spelling and grammar. They were the Men In Black of fanfiction.
Inside the Sue center, Olrina Habir sat at the front desk of the Mary Sue Reconnaissance division of MSRCC. Tortallan by birth, she was a lean woman in her late forties, with dark skin and dark hair streaked with bands of gray. She commanded the group of women specially assigned to track and capture rogue Sues. Behind her was the switchboard room. Twenty girls were already stationed at the machines. Instead of a classic switchboard, however, these machines had maps of different fandoms on them. Alarms stationed at intervals on them went off to indicate the presence of Sues in that fandom. Now, thankfully, they were silent. No Sues went out at six 'o clock in the morning. All that could be heard from the room were the occasional sighs of the girls, and the munchings of the girls who had gotten up late and just grabbed a roll and a cup of coffee from the mess. They were too tired to talk. The weather didn't help, either. It was raining for the third day in a row. Everyone suspected it would be a sleepy, slow day. And they certainly didn't expect to be jolted from the light stupor of the recently awakened by the shrilling of the largest alarm on the Narnia board. It was big, pink and glittery. It was positioned on the part of the map marked "Spare Oom." And it never went off. At least, not before today.
A/N: You finally get a view inside the MSRCC! Not the best I've ever written, but the rest should be better (and longer.) REVIEW!
