Kim had been talking for over ten minutes straight without any sign of letting up, first he talked about his moms cooking in comparison to the food at the facility, then he talked about a guy that looked like James that Kim knew, then it was about the one time he and a friend tried to break into their school and got caught. After that, James just gave up any hope of Kim shutting up, but finally he cracked.
"Kim" he said. His voice strained with ever faltering self control "shut. The fuck. Up" James was breathing heavily. Kim looked at him stunned.
"Hey, sorry, just figured we two need some-one to look out for each other ya know?" said Kim, a touch of surprise in his voice.
James let out a sigh, regaining control of himself "sorry, just could you please only use one story at a time man, you just go on and on and on, it's annoying" James got the feeling that he should have just pushed him away, find someone who could actually fight, not some nerd who was bound to leave this place via thrown out of the nearest (and highest if at all possible) window. Before he could continue speaking, the intercom turned on.
"Class begins in five minutes, class is as follows, Meta, math, sigma, English, delta, history, alpha, phys Ed. Make your way to the class rooms now, and supplies are provided at the classes"
"Well, see yea" said Kim getting up, leaving his tray for the custodial drones. James himself got up and followed Kim, figuring that he was the only one who actually listened at the tour.
Math was simple, mostly just geometry, James was struggling with it though, as two years without school had had their toll on his math skills. Beside him was Brandon, he was done while James was still on the first question. Hour and a half later they went to history, James was uneasy with how many guards were in the facility, they were heavily armed too, most had assault rifles and shotguns, James had counted at least twelve on their way to class from the mess. History was similar to math, challenging, though it was mostly just naming historic figures, first unit was on the 2010's to 2050's, "the great change" the text book said, when the middle east was a smoking hell and the world began to invest in hydrogen electric, oil mostly used for sport racing and maintenance. At the end of the class, the teacher, a young guy probably in his late twenties handed out data pads for them to study on. Walking out James was almost tempted to drop the thing.
By the time he got back to his bunk it was only one, he leaned over to see what was in the second drawer, pulling it open he found a few books, a pair of holo glasses (holo glasses allowed the user to view media in 3D, as well as being able to interact with it on more expensive models, older models were less expensive, about fifty dollars for a good pair), and a large data pad, more like a writing system. All James knew was that it was more then he'd had at home. Slipping on the Holo glasses he found himself in a huge endless white room, no shadows, as if the walls themselves were made out of faint light, some options filled the air in front of him, there were movies, music and a few basic games, he selected movies and settled into a foreign (British) action movie, James had never heard a British accent before and spent a good deal of the time rewinding and reading the subtitles. About halfway through the movie he felt his chest shrink, a sick sensation flooded him and he lunged out to try and save himself, ripping off the glasses he found Daniel lying in the chair, hands holding his head, James was about to hit him when Daniel shot out his left arm, grabbed James by his wrist and twisted it in an angle that James assumed was impossible.
"What the hell is that for man!" he screamed trying to fight his way out of Daniels grip
"Sorry about that, instinct, I'm a hunter, and sometimes I have the urge to get the drop on people, so just stay on your toes and you'll be fine" he replied, his cool southern accent keeping perfect tone, if he was in a wild west movie, he'd be that really badass guy, guy with no name, you know 'that' guy. For the rest of the evening, James read a book, stopping every minute or so to keep an eye out for Daniel.