Thanks to honeyx5-452 and shygirl1 for reviewing my first chapter. I really love this story and this character. AN: I figure since she spent do much time on the outside of Manticore that she talks more like an ordinary.

"What about cameras?" Mace hissed as he followed me out.

"Do you really think White would want to run the risk of tapes of him punching through solid steel doors?" I asked as I reached the door to the room I was looking for. I groaned when I saw the electronic lock.

Mace nudged me out of the way. After a few seconds I heard a beep and the door opened. He shot me a gloating look.

I rolled my eyes and entered the room. Inside I found a dozen or so cages, each with a transgenic inside. Almost all of the transgenics inside were around my age, save one. In the last cage, huddled in a corner, was a little boy with a silver barcode. He was only around two years old.

I handed the keys to Mace, trusting that he'd get the others free. I ran the fingers of my right hand over my own silver barcode as I kneeled in front of the cage. The silver colored barcode is the mark of a psy-ops soldier, which is why it was weird that a child would have it. I was one of the last psy-ops soldiers designed, one of an elite group called the TruthSayers, each psychic paired with a genetically similar X5 'bodyguard' unit.

I could hear the locks clicking as Mace hurriedly unlocked each cage. I leaned in towards the cage in front of me. "Hey." I half-whispered to him. "What's your name?"

He slowly turned and looked at me. "My designation is PX5-1133." He said so softly that I could barely hear him. He wiped back the tears that were streaming down his face with one grubby hand. His jet-black hair was sticking up messily and his emerald green eyes were filled with tears, as if he were trying to hold them back. "What's yours?"

"My name is Charlie. But my designation is P-622." I saw what looked like recognition spark in his eyes. But before I could ask him about it Mace was handing me the keys and urging me to hurry. I shakily unlocked the padlock, strangely nervous, and then opened the door. The boy toddled into my arms as I held them out to him.

I stood quickly, conscious of the gazes of the others; they must've seen my barcode when I stroked it in recognition. Regular X5s tend to get nervous around my kind, they've seen too many of the 'brain-washer' squads as they call them. I looked around at them all and felt determination stiffen my spine. I had to get them out of here, and prove that not all psy-ops soldiers are evil or cruel.

After sensing that there were no guards in the vicinity, I led them all out and down the maze of hallways. I saw out of the corner of my eye that one of the Xs opened his mouth to protest, but Mace shut him up with a glare. I tried not to laugh, Mace looked scary and would kill any who threatened me, but he really was a big teddy bear at heart. Just don't try to tell him that.

Only once did I feel a guard heading in our direction, and I expended some more of my rapidly depleting energy and sent him off in another direction. Because it was just a random patrol he didn't resist and thankfully I didn't have to use too much energy.

After about ten minutes of navigating our way through the labyrinth of the sub-ground complex, I was feeling more and more drained. I wasn't used to being on constant guard for a group so large. Mace eased the sleeping toddler out of my arms and I sent him a grateful smile.

Genetically empowered or not, this much stress was wearing me down. That was the exact reason Manticore assigned all TruthSayers an X5 to protect them. I can hold my own as any transgenic can, but huge amounts of psychic stress led to fatigue and eventual shutdown. So our bodyguard units are there to protect us when we're wearing down. The genetic link between bodyguard and psychic is because of the limited psychic link brothers and sisters share, and Manticore wanted to exploit that.

We were almost out when the alarm began to blare, a piercing wail echoed throughout the sub-basement. The best I can figure is that one of the guards must've checked in on White's prisoners and found out that we had escaped. If I had still been in top shape I would've been able to monitor who approached our cells and sway them from worrying about it. But as I said, all the stress had taken its toll.

Mace yelled quick instructions to the others on how to get out and they took off running down the hallway. I leaned against a nearby wall, almost entirely exhausted. The baby had woken up when the alarm had gone off, and was wiggling in Mace's arms, trying to get down. Then he began tugging on the ripped sleeve of my t-shirt and pointing at a door across from us. The door was painted black and had a silver sign on it saying "Morgue."

I shot him a look. Why did he want me to go in there? I felt a bunch of guards running towards us like a physical blow. I half-stumbled through the morgue door and pulled Mace in behind me by his sleeve. A minute later we heard the pounding of booted feet running by.

The little boy wiggled out of Mace's grasp and blurred across the room. I ran after him, feeling better now that the guards were getting farther away. When I finally caught up with him, man is he fast, he was standing next to the body of a guy around my age. He looked down at the body and then he looked up at me.

I looked down at the body's face, complete with bruises and dried blood and felt a shock like electricity run through me. I could barely feel it but I knew that the boy wasn't dead. I dropped to my knees and stared down at him, unsure what to do.

I touched his shoulder, just trying to get some response, and he opened his eyes. I think I gasped, I went completely still as his bright blue eyes stared into me. I looked at him for a second more then yelled over my shoulder for Mace to come over. When I looked back down at the bruised and battered face, but he had passed out again. I understood it however because of the amount of blood that was caked on his t-shirt.

Mace bent down and scooped the guy up, obviously conscious the guy's numerous injuries. I loved how he wasn't questioning me for once. I guess he figured that he might as well agree with me, so that we all could get out in one piece. I scooped up the little boy and we headed out the door. We blurred the last few hundred feet and out the complex doors before the guards even got wind of where we were.

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