"What in the hel—"
Allison had to yell to be heard over the mixed blare of alarms and medical equipment storming back into the lab with a murderous glare on her striking yet scarred face.
"I told you we're pushing her too hard." The doctor called back her hands still typing as frantically as she could to quiet the screech around them while the weak-looking woman continued to flip and convulse like a fish out of water the movements splashing more than a little of the glowing red water out from the opened top of the tank.
"but we need—"
The medic spins around in her chair. The move almost sending the hastily dropped comic book she'd been skimming thought onto the floor.
'Warrior Angel' Allison notes but dismisses it just as quickly. Everyone even the drones were allowed their indulgences as long as they did their jobs.
"We" the medic stresses hating herself for being a part of that word the longer she'd been forced to experiment on this latest acquisition. "need to give her time to properly heal and not just these timed lapses in between these tests you're insisting we put her thought." Allison's arms cross tighter across her chest now as she meets the anger with an amused expression until the younger woman's eyes flicker to the lone picture leaning up against the edge of one of the monitors covering her desk. "We've already taken too much." She says seeming to be talking to the image than to Allison now.
Ryan, she thinks she heard his name was. Her younger brother.
"What about that tracer we found in the lining of her jacket?" Allison cuts off sensing another argument and not being in the mood for one her fingers tapping impatiently against her own arm.
"already taken care of as you'd requested." The dark-haired doctor promised taking a steadying breath before she said anything more that might cost her not only her job but also might get her killed. The move pulling in a fresh wave of stale cleaning supplies, the bitter scent of coffee, and the weird almost floral fragrance of the alien liquid still sloshing against the sides of the tank. "Even if they do tap into it, they won't be able to find us. Find her." concerned eyes lift to what they were able to see of the woman as her head lulls to one side as the convulsions finally began to slow the access drops of the dark water like substance she'd been submerged in falling passed the mesh-like underside of the slab they'd strapped her to the higher she rises. Like blood being shifted from a colander
Kenzie sighed knowing she'd have to double-check the newest endotracheal tube as well as check over the new damage she'd undergone this time in her spasming. Last time she'd almost broken her wrist when the restrains pulled too tightly.
"Miss James."
She stills and her gaze immediately drops back to the monitor she was supposed to be mulling over. "remember your place here." Allison reminded looming over her and would have been intimidating if Kenzie James's mind wasn't already turned on getting her patient stabilized as she clicked through various screens finally stopping on the one monitoring the subject's brain patterns.
Even at a glance, Kenzi noticed there was something different about them this time around. She'd need to do a deeper comparison when she wasn't being hounded by her boss.
"you're here to keep it." A pause and she sees out of the corner of her eye a hand gesturing to the 'water-soaked' blonde laying suspended a few feet away. "Alive long enough to get the information Checkmate desires."
"it's a wonder she'd lasted this long." She hadn't meant to stay it so loudly as she slides the comic, she'd been rereading back into the backpack tucked under her desk.
"Just keep her alive." Her boss snaps turning on her heels to go talk to one of the other lab tentation monitoring this particular subject.
Just cause she's Amanda's daughter she thinks she's the one running this place. Kenzi scoffs in her head her jaw twitching in barely contained announce glaring daggers into her bosses back.
Her phone was in her hand the second she was sure she was alone. The cameras already replaced in their looped feeds. The ones she used while taking advantage of the rare times she was left alone with her newest charge to read a page or two of her comics aloud to the blonde suspended in the unearthly glow of red.
Completely against the rules of course and she didn't even know if the unconscious woman could hear her given the different powerful cocktails Checkmate had her injected with, but it made Kenzi feel a little better about being involved in torturing the poor young woman who to her at least kind of looked like a slightly younger Supergirl.
Completely crazy she knows having spotted the National City hero on the news only an hour before helping put out a fire a few blocks over from them when she'd gone for a fresher cup of coffee.
Her leg bouncing nervously as the line buzzed in her ear, her eyes once again returning to the weather looking picture of the smiling young boy tucked into the side of her computer monitor. "I'm working on it." She promises before the call was picked up.
"What do you want?" its recipient grumbled no doubt already regretting picking up the call.
"Don't talk just listen-" Kenzie begged "We need to get her out and we have to do it now. Now or it's too late."
Kenzi knew she was risking far more than just her job by doing what she was about to attempt but she didn't care anymore. In the few days, she'd been put in charge of monitoring this newest 'plaything' of Checkmates she'd finally realized that unlike what she was told when she was recruited Checkmate wasn't the world defending agency she'd thought.
"I hope you know what you're doing." Was the sighed reply on the other end of the line.
Kenzi rolls her eyes "Are you going to help or not?" she demanded finishing copying every bit of information on 'CM subject: LL Snow' onto a flash drive and clearing out the few personal possessions she'd been allowed at her desk.
"Fine. But if we both end up dead. I'm murdering your ass."
Kenzi laughs as she zips up her backpack. "Whatever Sullivan. Meet you by the docks in twenty." she ends the call quickly after that.
"Now for the harder part." she groans shrugging the backpack on and turning to the mess of wires, tubes, green glowing chains, and other equipment crowing the tank. "How to get you out of there without triggering the pressure alarms."
