Cody couldn't stand the yells, faint as they were, they still pierced him and he wished he could reach out and comfort the owner of the yells. His hands curled into fists, digging hard into his palms. He couldn't do anything and for that alone he hated the people who locked him up. He rose, laying a hand for balance against a wall, leaving a bloodied handprint behind when he moved it, but there was no mark on his palm. 

He wanted to demand to be let out, that someone do something, but there didn't seem to be anything that would convince them to. And then something terribly faint caught his ears, and be tilted his head slightly. It sounded like someone was talking under thei breath. Relieved to have something else to think on, Cody sat back down, rolling the sounds over his head again as he tried to figure out what had been spoken.

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Agent Cairs retrieved the paper, reading it. She tore it up, and dunked it in a glass of water, as she pondered what she could advise. Telling subject 29 could cause great problems, but not telling her was a risk as well. 

She didn't have an answer. She checked the email, and after a fewemts replied. 

[quote=file #34]
From: Agent Caits
To: Agent Dioxide

Mornings-breakfast then exercise, lunch then recreation (whatever the subjects enjoy) exercise, dinner.

Any changes you wish to make, you can. Subjects should be informed about what is happening.[/quote]