Here's the next chapter, hope it's still okay, and thanks for reading.


White. The constant colour, unchanging, blinding. Surely it'd burn your eyes out if you looked at it too long? Flikk sat staring at the walls, constantly trying to bring her powers back, to make them work once more. Sure, she knew that she had an inhibitor stuck in her head, but surely there had to be a way around it? There just had to be, she couldn't just suddenly not have powers…she loved her powers. They made her different; they made her stand out from the crowd even if she had never told anyone about them.

Finally she tore her gaze away from the blank, white walls instead she looked up at the reflective glass. She wondered if someone was outside watching her, surveying and cataloguing her every movement. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she had to move, she had to get up and walk around. She hated feeling like a caged animal.

As she continued to pace her thoughts drifted back to the man she'd heard screaming earlier, her captor hadn't seemed too bothered by him but he seemed like the kind of guy who could cover his emotions well. To be honest she was glad that there was someone else in this place, and it wasn't just her stuck here all on her own, maybe there were others like her and she could get to meet them. At this thought she gave a mirthless laugh, as if they were going to let her out of here, and it wasn't likely that she'd get to meet the others stuck in this hell.

With a defeated sigh she continued to pace, her hand flying to inhibitor stuck in her head. It didn't hurt to touch it, but she wasn't sure how deep it went. She desperately wanted to pull it out, but she wasn't sure if that would result in any damage, she really didn't want to be suffering from brain damage after this ordeal. Her fingers toyed with the device, before she gave it an experimental tug, a jolt of pain shot through her head and she yelped in pain. Damn, this might take some time. She readied herself for the pain, and tried again desperate to rid herself of the device.

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The long corridors of the building seemed endless, a constant stream of grey. Occasionally the monotonous colour would be broken by an inset door, but after this it would go back to the boring grey. Surely the Company should have spent more on their buildings, to make them more appealing to their staff. Sarah smiled softly at that thought, as if Thompson or his superiors actually gave a damn about their staff, all they cared about was keeping the 'mutations' off the streets.

The blonde-haired female walked down one last corridor full of cells, before she started to climb some steps to her small office. Everyone in this building had their own office, although generally these were only big enough to house a small desk and a filing cabinet, and you were instructed to stay there and finish work unless you'd been partnered with someone to go out on a job. She'd been partnered with Noah Bennet, a very capable member of the Company and a very nice man. When he was around prisoners he managed to maintain a clinical, detached presence, something that she found difficult to master. Sarah was glad that he was her mentor, she'd met some of the other older members of this place and they weren't exactly the nicest people in the world. They were the kind of people who still saw women as subordinate to men, and she was not happy about that. She had exactly the same rights as them, and she had just as much right as them to be here!

As she reached her office she managed to push open the door, and clamber into the small room. She'd filled it with files and papers, which lay on the floor, whilst photographs of her family sat on her desk. The most prominent photograph was of a forty-something woman, with blonde hair and green eyes just like her daughter's; she was smiling at the camera. The other photographs consisted of other family members, one of her father, her brother and her two nieces.

Slowly the twenty-three year old made her way to the desk, and sat down in the chair behind it. She sighed, before picking up a piece of paper left on her desk. A note from Mr. Bennet,

Sarah,

Make sure you keep an eye on our 'guests', you shouldn't need to interrogate them today, but if Thompson asks you to then just remember to remain detached, they are not your friends and they are not 'normal'.

I need you to write up a report of today's work, if you can have it done by Tuesday then we can give it to our superiors quickly. Better to keep them sweet.

Noah B.

A smile crept across her lips as she read his note; he was really trying to make sure that she understood everything and that she got it right. The only problem was trying to maintain the delusion that the people they brought in weren't 'normal', sure they had abilities but they were as human as the rest of the population. She didn't want to lose her job, but really if you thought about what they were doing it was kind of similar to ethnic cleansing, but without the killing…well they didn't normally kill people.

The female shook her head slightly, trying to clear it of that horrible thought; she really didn't need the mental picture of dead bodies. With a sigh she grabbed a spare piece of file paper, and a pen before beginning to write up a rough draft of the events of that day. She'd learnt from experience that it was better to write a rough draft of work first, that way if you made a terrible mistake then you could easily change it on the real thing.

For the next two hours she was stuck writing and re-writing that one piece of work, until finally she got it right and was able to type it up on the laptop she managed to keep in her desk. In total it was about four pages of writing, and she hoped it was enough and it was in the right style. She'd only written one other report of her work, and that had been in university!

Sarah stretched after she'd clicked 'save'; trying to wake up from the state she had to put her mind into when she was writing. A cup of coffee would do her the world of good, and she made her way carefully out of the room. Once she was out in the hall she glanced up and down the corridor, but no one else was around, no doubt they were all out on jobs or stuck in their offices writing reports. Purposefully she strode down a few corridors, until finally she reached one of the many vending machines that the building housed. After putting in a few cents her coffee appeared, smelling heavenly. With a contented smile she sipped it, before starting to walk back to her office.

Suddenly an alarm sounded, loud and clear. Sarah jumped and split her coffee over her hand and over the floor,

"Shit!" The word was out of her mouth before she could stop it, but she didn't really care her hand was really starting to hurt. Damn coffee! However, just as soon as the alarm had started it stopped. Almost as if it had been a false alarm. Green eyes narrowed slightly, she didn't trust this place yet so it would be best if she checked it out. She threw the cup on the floor, it was useless now anyway, and began to run down the corridor. One of her co-workers stuck his head out of his own office, and looked at her curiously.

"What was that alarm about?"

"How the hell should I know?" She said, as she ran past him immensely glad that she'd decided to wear trousers today and not a skirt. The blonde-haired female continued to run down several corridors, until she came to the stairs. Carefully she made her way down the steps, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Knowing her luck it would end up being a false alarm, maybe a bird had got in and was twittering around down there. Nevertheless, her hand reached down to the gun holster attached to her belt, and she pulled out the 9mm. She'd had firearms training, thank god, so at least she knew how to shoot she just hoped that she wouldn't have to.

Finally she reached the bottom of the stairs, and looked down the grey corridor. Nothing seemed out of place, no doors were open and no one was wandering around down here.

"Hello?" A stupid thing to say and she knew it, but it just came out. Green optics scanned the area around her, searching for the cause of the alarm. Slowly she moved forwards, checking each door as she passed. Finally she reached the door of one of the new arrivals, it was slightly ajar. Damn! How had she gotten out? With fumbling fingers she opened the door wider, to reveal a completely empty observation room, and beyond it a completely empty holding cell. She didn't dare step inside; instead she reached for her mobile in her pocket, desperate to ring Mr. Bennet and let him know what had happened.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She turned sharply at the sound of the voice, her gun pointing directly at the other female. The woman seemed unperturbed about the fact that she had a gun pointed at her, in fact she just looked pissed off and that could be accounted to the fact that she'd been captured and put in a cell against her free will.

"How did you get out?" Sarah asked, allowing a mask to slip into place, she didn't want this woman to sense her fear.

"Well you're inhibitor-things aren't exactly the best things to use. They're kind of easy to take out…even if it does hurt like a bitch." As she said this, the brown-haired woman threw the inhibitor onto the floor in front of Sarah.

"Oh, really? What a pity you sounded the alarm. We'll have all our men down here soon." False confidence must be easy to detect, as the younger woman snorted in disdain.

"Yeah right. I can see them coming now, I'm so scared. Now, why don't you put the gun down and let me go." This time it was Sarah's turn to snort, as if she was going to let the captive go.

"Yuh huh, and if I put this down you're just gonna let me skip back upstairs?"

"Well, now you've just made it harder for me!" Suddenly the female's hand jerked upwards, and Sarah felt her grip on the gun loosen and soon it was flying through the air towards her attacker. Great, just what she needed.

"Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The hard way obviously involving pain, mainly from a hole in your chest."

"What a lovely person you are. I'm so glad we've managed to have this chat." Sarcasm, the lowest form of humour, but very apt for the time when one has a gun pointed at one's chest.

"Well I think you've benefited from my company long enough." The woman's hand jerked again, and this time it was Sarah's turn to go flying through the air. She hit the wall of the corridor with a thud, and her head connected with the brick. As she fell to the floor she got a glimpse of her attacker, before her world turned to darkness.