Bianca POV~
I left the babies to watch tv for about fifteen to twenty minutes, while I find my old contact book. Heading out of my apt across the hall to the weapons room to see if I place in the safe. Placing my right handprint on the scanner while keying in my access code with my left. I waited thirty seconds before opening the door so the safety matrix can shut down. I walk into the vault placing myself on a certain spot and let the door close automatically, then waited for the voice command to ask me for my third verification code.
'Welcome Agent Lunia. How may I serve you today?'
"38457 Blue skies"
'Conform. Would you like the detail on any weapons today?'
"No not today Ellena, but can you cancel any meeting I might have for the next few days."
'Yes, my lady. Do you wish to cancel the meeting you had with the technoscience department about advancing my programming?'
Damn, I forgot about that. I should have scheduled that a month ago some I won't be in this kind of dilemma with baby stuff. Getting frustrated while pulling the ponytail alose to let my hair down won't change the fact that I needed to do the rest of my research. I wanted to have Ellena fully complete and properly functioning at this point. *Sight* On the back burning it goes for now.
"Yes, Ellena cancel it."
'As you wish, my lady.'
Now that I have given myself a headache again I make my way toward the safe and rabble through it to find my black book. Not seeing it in the safe I closed it while looking around the room trying hard to remember where I placed that stupid book. For me to have an eidetic memory it's totally useless when I'm frustrated with a headache. GOD DAMN IT!
"Ellena, how long have I been in this room?"
'Twenty minutes, my lady'
Sighting to myself I decided to abandon the search and head back to the babies. I tell Ellena that I was leaving and to lock up for me as I make my way to the apt while checking the time. It was just nine o'clock and I feel like I was run over by a bus while hearing I'm a little teapot over and over. God, I hated that song growing up if I could I would burn the fool who thought of that stupid song. Anyway getting off track, how I can get these babies some supplies without leaving them by themselves. Ordering offline would work, but it would take to long to deliver. Maybe hire one of the local kids to buy the stuff for me, no that will be to weird for them and me.
I walk into the room where the babies were watching tv. Some of them were sleeping and a few were still awake watching the show it was so cute. As I look at them I start to question why have this hardship when I don't need too. Why should I care what happens to them in the foster system? These little babies are cause problems with my daily life schedule. I know I had a hard time in the system, but I escaped when I was old enough to read and write. I freed myself at the age of five from the foster care system and I never looked back. My life wasn't great at the beginning living on the streets day by day, but I made it work. I learn fast and I survived, so why keep these babies that have no relation to me.
"I should really-"*Doorbell rings*
A/N: I have no excuse, just enjoy the moment. Comment, please.
