He leads me out of the lobby and into one of the hallways. To enter he had to show a badge and everything. How did I even get classified to do this? Do I have to sign a waiver stating that if I die Aunt May can't sue, or something?
Along the walls are heavy metal doors, with only small windows the size of a large tissue box. The glass must be bullet proof and all the locks are practically military level tech. It would be harder getting in than getting out.
"So Peter, the next time you arrive there will be a name tag at the front desk. It will serve as a key to the entrances and exits if anything were to go wrong." He says quickly as we walk down the hall. "Now here is my office. When you get your key card, you'll just slam the look," as an example he uses his key card to unlock the office door," and here we have seats where you can wait until I arrive." He jesters me to sit down.
"Now do you have any questions?" He asks. Yes I have quite a few...a few million. Like what is the possibility of death? "Um, no I think I'm all good." He smiles and claps his hands. "Excellent, we'll go see the first patient now." I'm shook.
"So as you may know this facility holds many dangerous and hostile meta humans. Due to this we have to be careful of ourselves and also have to understand that we have to take care of them too." Dr. Rinehart says on our way to the holding cell.
"Just because they are meta humans, doesn't mean that they aren't human." He reaches a grinding halt in the middle of the hallway and I quickly stop too.
"We are to treat these people with respect. We are only here to find out what caused them to become this way, and also diagnose any types of mental illness." He continues to rant on for like another 5 minutes. "Anything you hear is confidential, also we have arrived." He turns around and opens the door with his key card.
He walks in first, greeting the inmate. "Hello Dimitri, how are you feeling?" Dr. Rinehart says. "Not sure Doctor, how would you want me to feel?" I walk into the cell, following behind Mr. Rinehart.
The inmate was someone I know. Someone I put behind bars. It was the chameleon.
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