I sit passively in my seat, slightly glaring at the panel of three people in front of me. My eyes soften when they reach the last one. The first wears a white lab coat, I try not to pay attention to him and answer is invasive questions as shortly as possible. His tests upon tests of pricking needles and hextech scans push me closer towards snapping in irritation. The second was a woman, clipboard in hand, scribbling down notes every time I even lifted a finger; human resources and physiologist of the police force. And lastly, the woman who had bested me in the warehouse.
Only the last one wore a neutral expression.
I stifle back my growls as the doctor finished up his test, drawing the last vial of blood and inserting a chip into my wrist. They told me it was mandatory for all uppercity residence to have a hexchip for identifying and monetary purposes. I call bullshit, but I sit through it anyways.
I wonder if I can cut it out.
He grumbles about Zaun and pulls Caitlyn outside, leaving me alone with the uptight, middle aged woman. A frown remains etched on her face as she asks me question about my past. I refuse to answer most of them. I chuckle when her frown deepens when I tell her I'm gay.
Fucking uppercity pigs
The sheriff returns, a handful of papers in her hand. She tells the other to leave us, taking the papers that she had been scribbling on. The woman sends me one more look of disgust before vacating the small room. I can hear my heart by the time the door closes. I've never been one to fidget in my seat.
I feel like the room is suffocating.
"So, Zaun huh?" her relaxed voice washes over my stiff body. I bring my eyes to meet hers, a spark of curiosity dances in both our windows.
My eyes widen as she tears the papers the human resources woman had given her, tossing the small scraps into the rubbish bin at her side. Her hand retrieves a blank copy of the same form from the desk and folds it, the small square disappearing into the pocket of her dress. She smalls softly and open the door.
"Walk with me, VI. I'd like to get to know my partner without a middleman." She glides out the room, her boots tapping along the laminate floor.
I trail after her like a lost puppy, a grin plastered on my face.