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Lost-And-Forgotten-In-A-Dream


Two Erasers step forward to seize my arms. With the weight of my body behind it, I slug my palm up into the nose of one of my escorts. With a yelp of pain the young Eraser drops to the ground roughly. The reaction around the hanger takes longer than it should have; and with every gun aimed directly at my torso almost five seconds after my initial attack, I almost grin nefariously.

With my mask back in place, I glare down stonily at the guard decked out on the floor, holding his bloodied nose and cringing back from my stare. My gaze shifts to the other Eraser still standing, who is edging back away from me with his firearm shaking in my direction.

"I can walk by myself," I growl, and step out onto the ramp.

I glance over my shoulder at Kith and we exchange looks briefly. He nods, understanding that I'm leaving him in charge in my absence. As I step onto the ground, I am immediately surrounded by eight trigger happy Erasers. I feel the barrel of a rifle brush up against my back and we start moving off to the far left of the plane, where a lone blast door stands. Four of the more experienced Erasers grabbed my arms roughly and tightened a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs around my wrists as we walked.

I don't resist. No point in wasting my energy. Sooner or later these people are bound to slip up, and when they do I'll need all the strength I can get. And yes, they will slip up. They are in no way prepared for the impediment we have waiting up our sleeves. They obviously need us alive for some reason or another; otherwise they would've shot me already. For now, though, I will wait it out.

The blast door opens up into a bustling, brightly lit steel hallway. I feel strangely overwhelmed by the amount of people racing around. Erasers and scientists alike fill this large but crowded bunker-hall, rushing around like New Yorkers in the midday sprawl. When we step through the threshold, however, all eyes turn to us and a minority of the scientists even stop to get a better look.

I'm not use to the attention. Five years of being 'invisible' does that to a person. All I want to do is blend into the background and get out of here; but I can't. Not yet anyway.

"Keep moving! Nothing to see here!" comes a loud, neutral voice from somewhere ahead of us. I watch as the small crowd part to reveal a tall, muscular, blonde haired man whom I know very well. Omega.

"Don't you people have anything better to do?" Omega frowns at the people around him, who quickly revert back to their previous tasks. As he gets nearer, the Erasers around me instantly snap into attention. Omega is obviously of higher authority than anyone else here, from the way my escorts are inspecting him now. He avoids looking at me and instead snaps his fingers at my guards.

"I will take him from here," he tells them. They don't argue; I can tell they are relieved as they disappear quickly. We stand in the busy hall and watch them go. People around us don't even give me a second glance now; they all seem to enthralled by the blonde standing next to me. Finally, he turns his sky blue eyes to me, his face a mask.

"Omega," I mutter, nodding at him. I keep my face neutral.

"Fang. Hey. Sorry, I had no idea it was you, man," he muttered back, keeping his voice low. I shrug and we start walking, avoiding eye contact to evade suspicion

"It's all good. What's going on, it's like a friggin' circus around here," I said, keeping my voice even and just lower than a normal conversational tone. We passed by another blast door, with two Erasers guarding the entrance. Two scientists coming the other way were deep in conversation about something, pointing at a few sheets of paper clutched in a third scientists' hands.

"I'm outta the loop, but word is the new Director's got some major plan underway. It's going to be bloody big, man, that's all I know," the taller, blonde haired experiment said, nodding at a scientist walking in the opposite direction. I glance at him and our eyes briefly meet before we both look away.

"Out of the loop? What'd you do?" I ask blankly, staring at two Erasers who are watching me curiously.

"Let you escape," he answered passively. I nod understandingly, feeling grateful towards the man I would consider a friend.

"That must suck, I'm sorry man."

Omega just shrugged and we stopped a few paces away from the door which I assumed to be the interrogation room. I look around, noticing that there is only two guards waiting for us outside.

"Stop me," I hissed, pretending to make a run for it. Omega frowned and slammed me against the wall for show, grabbing the front of my shirt.

"Listen, do you have any idea what they want with me and the others?" I asked quickly, glancing at the guards now approaching us. Omega looked at them and held up a hand to stop them. He looked back at me in false annoyance.

"They want to know how the old scientists removed the expiry dates on your team. Some whitecoat, your man Jeb, invented it. Then, he just- disappeared, along with all of his work and data," Omega mumbled, glancing at the guards. He pulls me off the wall and pushes me towards the door.

"Nice one," I mumble back, suppressing a grin.

The guards either side of the door glance at me, before keying in the security codes. The blast doors slide open with a groan, to reveal a much smaller hallway with large windows into small interrogation rooms on either side. I look into one of the rooms and saw it contained a bolted down metal table with bolted down metal chairs on either side.

We walked up to one of the doors which one of the Erasers unbolted and swung open for us. The lights in this room were brighter than anywhere else in the facility, and glared down at me as I stepped over to the chair. Glancing over to the other side of the table, I could see the new Director watching me intently. Beside him the dark haired avian shuffles his feet nervously, not really meeting anyone's gaze.

"Please, sit," the Director said stonily; it wasn't a request, it was an order.

Just as I am about to sit down, I feel Omega slip something into my jeans pocket. I swallow, keeping my face neutral as I sit slowly. The light haired experiment nods his head in the directors direction and leaves, without so much as a sideways glance at me.

I take a deep breath in, and my eyes slowly come up to meet the Directors cool grey ones. The older man leans forward slowly and places his hands on the cold table, obviously ready to begin. He opens his mouth to speak, but he never gets the chance.

At that exact moment, all hell broke lose.