Rex met up with Bobo and loaded onto the aircraft, flying off to base headquarters. When they got there, Rex and Bobo went to the room they shared, while Six took the bag to the lab.
Dr. Holiday: what do you have there, Six?
Six: don't know. Something Van Kleiss ordered from Tony Wilcox.
Dr. Holiday: what could Van Kleiss possibly want from Tony Wilcox?
Six: I don't know. Let's find out.
Six opened the bag and was utterly surprised.
Six: Dr. Holiday, you should take a look at this.
Dr. Holiday left her station and looked. She was just as surprised.
Dr. Holiday: it's just a child! Why does Van Kleiss want a child?
Six: the same reason why he wants Rex.
Dr. Holiday: here let's get her on the table.
Six lifted the girl out of the bag and onto one of the examination tables. Dr. Holiday felt her pulse. She was alive. Dr. Holiday grabbed a handheld scanner and scanned the child's wrist.
Dr. Holiday: I can't believe this but...this child has no nanomites.
Six: what? That's impossible. Every living thing has nanomites.
Dr. Holiday: look at these markings on her...-gasp- it can't be...
Six: what's wrong?
Dr. Holiday: my grandfather would tell me stories...her markings...are Atlantean...
Six: excuse me?
Dr. Holiday: the city of Atlantis. It's said to be a myth, Just a fairytale. But about a thousand years ago, prior to the blast, a Milo Thatch went looking for Atlantis. But he never came back. This girl...must be from Atlantis! It would explain why she doesn't have nanomites and why Milo never came back.
Six: whoa. Dr. Holiday, slow down. Let's not assume yet. First, let's wait until she wakes up. We can put her in the empty cell until she wakes up and then we can ask questions.
Dr. Holiday nodded as Six ordered some guards carry the girl off to one of the cells.
Diya's eyes fluttered open, looking up at a pure white ceiling. She blinked a couple of times to make sure it wasn't a dream. She slowly sat up and faced a large glass, sliding door. She let her bare feet touch the cold floor and walked over to the door. She tried to open the door but it was sealed shut. Diya concentrated on the glass. Small cracks appeared on the glass, forming a circle the size of her body. Diya pushed on the glass and it fell to the ground. She carefully stepped around the broken glass, unaware of the silent alarm going off. She made her way down the hall quickly and quietly. She turned the corner and found the lab with dozens of guards and scientists. Suddenly she felt someone come behind her and grab her. Diya screamed and struggled to get free.
Diya: -IA- let me go!
Six: I'm not going to hurt you!
Diya didn't believe him. She saw a long metal rod across the room. She held out her hand and concentrated on it. It floated in the air and flew into Diya's hand. Six was astonished and flabbergasted at what he just saw. Diya used the rod to jab Six in his stomach, causing him to let go of her. Guards with guns surrounded her and Diya held up the rod in a defensive position. Dr. Holiday rushed over with her hands in the air.
Dr. Holiday: whoa! Calm down, alright. We are not going to hurt you. I promise.
Diya lowered the rod a little but didn't let go.
Dr. Holiday: we just want to ask a couple of questions...
Diya: -IA- I don't want to be asked questions, I want to go home! Take me home!
Dr. Holiday: we don't...speak your dialect or have ever heard it spoken...
Diya: -IA- sounds like a personal problem...
Suddenly White appeared on the big screen, looking down on everyone.
White: Dr. Holiday and Six, meet me in my office.
Six: -to the guards- watch her.
The guards nodded stayed surrounding Diya, not giving her a way out. Six and Dr. Holiday walk out of the lab and into a separate room with a very large screen hanging on the wall. The screen turned into White's face.
White: who and what is that girl?
Six: well...we don't know quite yet.
Dr. Holiday: sir, I have reasons to believe that she from the lost city of Atlantis.
White: Doc, explain to me why an EVO like her can do what she did?
Dr. Holiday: but that's the thing...she doesn't have any nanomites in her system whatsoever.
White: impossible!
Six: I'm afraid so, sir.
White: how?
Dr. Holiday: well sir, I have a theory. Based on the symbols over her body and the fact that nanomites haven't infected her, I believe she's from the lost city of Atlantis.
White: what makes you say this?
Dr. Holiday: my grandfather would tell me stories about this ancient city. There is a reason why Atlantis was never found ...they secluded themselves from the world and somehow surviving the blast as a whole.
White: hm...well what really intrigues me is what she was able to do without the help of nanomites...
Dr. Holiday: maybe if we try to communicate with her―
White: nonsense. I'm sending some researchers in to experiment on her.
Dr. Holiday: sir, she's just a child!
White: and when you run over this business, you can make that judgment call. But for now, you will just follow orders. Am I understood?
Dr. Holiday: yes sir.
Dr. Holiday and Six walk out and go back to the lab, where the guards still surrounded Diya. Diya still held the pole in her hand, ready for an attack.
Diya: -IA- why am I here? What do you want?
Six: that sounded like a question. She's probably wondering why she is here.
As soon as he said that, a horde of scientists and researchers came running in. One scientist fired a net gun at Diya, making her drop the pole. Diya tried her hardest to get out of the clingy net.
Diya: -IA- let me go! You said you wouldn't hurt me! Please!
Dr. Holiday turned her back in fear of crying in front of everyone. The scared look in Diya's eyes gave Dr. Holiday a pang of guilt. The head researcher, Mr. Banks, approached Six and Dr. Holiday. He was a wicked, sadistic man who apparently didn't like to shower.
Mr. Banks: we will begin the experiments. You guys are welcomed to watch. -evil grin-
Dr. Holiday: you're a real sick bastard, Banks.
Mr. Banks: -amused scoff- thanks, Dr. Holiday. -smirk-
Dr. Holiday tried to come at him but Six stopped her, making Banks grin. The researchers dragged Diya to the next room over and Diya couldn't control her fear.