I entered the room, the badge the BAU had made for me suddenly heavy in my hands. The cell phone was heavy in my pocket, and the shoes were making my feet itch to be free. Many eyes settled on me, and I tried my best to keep my straight face in check. "I was sent here by the BAU. I'm sure you were aware of this?" I asked.

The blonde woman, Anne Walker, just gave me a cold smile. "And you are ...?" she asked.

I showed her my new badge, the first time I had to use it ... of course, I'd only had it for about ten minutes. "Ray Fletcher, someone you should know." Oh, I how I wanted to smack her face, or send her flying across the room. Or both.

"No, I don't know you. Why are you here?" Anne gave me a cold stare.

"Because nobody else knows these ... er ... kids like I think I do." I smirked. "Read the fine print, or are you so old you need me to?"

She was really getting impatient with me, so she just stared at my badge before she gave me the glare. I just smirked, trying not to stick my tongue out at her. "Fine. Just stay in the corner and don't get in my way, Ray Fletcher." She spat out the last two words like venom.

I did as she wanted me to, earning some glances from the four hybrids in the room. I crossed my arms, putting my shoulders to the wall, since straight back did make my wings ache. I glanced at my badge, then pawed through the wallet and saw a Driver's Permit. Well, at least I could drive ... semi-legally. According to the fine print, I had to have a licensed adult in the passenger seat.

I noticed the race that the BAU had put me under, and I had a hard time keeping me straight face. They had listed me as an 'Avian-American'. They had gotten everything down right. I could barely remember the long wait, but at least I had something that made it so I knew I was inthe government's files. Who knows, maybe I could bring the Scientists down.

An idea came into my head. What if these kids helped me? Or did they have their own motives? Either way, I wanted to know why the FBI was involved with everything here.

The door opened, and five trays of food on a cart was brought into the room by a nurse, who I recognized from my little visit a little while ago. She quickly left, and I sighed. When would this whole thing actually start?

Shortly after, another person came in. The agents set out a tray of food in front of each of the kids, but none of them started eating.

"Is it poisoned?" the newcomer asked.

"It's not, but if you're really concerned about it, I'm sure Agent Fletcher would be more than happy to prove that it's safe for recombinants to eat." Anne gave me a pointed look.

I shot her a glare as I stepped forward. "Of course, Agent Walker!" I said cheerfully. "I'd be more than happy to!" I took a small portion from one of the trays (which happened to the the oldest girl) and ate it. I suddenly clutched at my throat, gasping for air. I slowly crumpled to the ground and pretended to be dead. I heard shifting, so I sprang back up, a grin on my face. "Am I a good actress or what?" I laughed, oping to relieve some of the tension.

"Not funny, Agent Fletcher." One of the other agents was giving me a glare.

I pouted, sulking back to my corner. I hated how serious these people could be. The woman I had hung out with when I was first introduced to the FBI and her team would have gotten that, at least. These agents were nothing but serious, which reminded me of the scientists.

Once the other agents, excluding Anne, had left, I felt someone by me. The youngest one, with her angelic features. Her blonde hair and curls made me wonder what her name was, since she looked like a little-

"Angel." She smiled at me, as if she could read my thoughts. "Oh, and I can hear your thoughts. Right now, you're surprised that girl like me can hear thoughts."

Dang, this girl was good. So I tried to get her to slip up. If you're so great, what am I hoping for my next meal? I questioned her mentally.

Tacos. Her voice made me jump, straightening up and looking at the others.

There was the older girl, with blonde hair with streaks in it. She had a leader-y aura around her. Her brown eyes were wary, probably because she didn't know me. I could understand her unease around me. After all, I am part of the FBI.

A guy, about her age, I could assume, was staring at a point above my head. He had strawberry blonde hair, and light blue eyes that made me wonder if he wore color contacts. I could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation.

The younger girl, with mocha skin and dark brown hair. She looked like she wanted to ask a bunch of questions, and I could see her eyes were full of curiosity. She seemed the most energetic of the group, and I had heard her chatterbox all the way in my corner.

The youngest boy looked like the girl named Angel, short blonde hair and blue eyes. His eyes had a mischievous glint to them, so I made a mental note to keep secrets away from him, so he couldn't blackmail me, at least.

"Who and what are you?" the leader asked.

I swallowed, the day suddenly catching up to me. "Ray Fletcher, an escapee from a life full of inhumane conditions. Formerly known as Subject 26. Did I mention I'm a mutant?"