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From: Agent Caits
To: Agent Dioxide

0730: breakfast
0800: any tests that need to be conducted
0900-1000: recreational activity-Exercise
1200: lunch
1400: recreational activity suited to the subject
1600-1700: exercise
1800: dinner
2000: subjects should be back in their cells by this time

This does not have to be set in stone, as things could change on a day to day basis. I'll be taking Cody to the communication centre shortly[/quote]

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Cody didn't expect anyone to come for him again this day, and was resigning himself to listening to the building, the moans and groans, the speech of people, the clink of machinery, when he heard footsteps. He sighed, becoming very familiar with Agent Caits's footsteps. 

He rose, unfolding his tall thin frame as she approached

[right]'Agent. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?'[/right]

'You are being given recreational activities. I am to escort you now. We will forgo the restraints now'

As Agent Caits opened his cell, Cody pondered escape, but figured that would be fruitless. So he waited patiently, giving the air of patience and cooperation. Agent Caits eyes flickered to the blood, and she frowned, studying Cody's hand, seeing no injury. 

Cody listened as they walked, and made a note of what turns they took and the way to the communications room. His eyes flickered about as he looked for anything that might indicate an escape. A window. A door. But there wasn't much he could determine, as it seemed there was light flooding everywhere. 

He did notice the attendant from the night, and gave a smile to them, then shook his head sadly. 

[right]'do you guys get health screenings?[/right]

This seemed an odd question that Agent Caits looked to Cody. Cody shrugged, looking over his shoulder. Agent Caits continued to led the way, and soon they entered the communications building. As they continued into the recreation room, there would be different areas. Here there was things that could help in relaxation, from musical intruments, to computers and tVs. 

It didn't take Cody long to find the grand piano, running his hands over it, and sighed, a soft, wistful sound.

'You can play it' 

Agent Caits was curious to see what Cody could do. As he sat on the stool, running his fingers on the keys, it seemed that he wouldn't play. 

And then he began.

The music swirled around the air, a wistful, slow paced song, seeming almost sad. Cody's fingers hit the keys purposefully, and with a gentleness that came from knowing the instrument. 

It seemed almost soul wrenching, as if a free bird had been caged. It stabbed through Agent Caits, and right then she couldn't hate herself more. Taking away this talent, this beauty from the world? It was a crime. She turned away, as the music took on a more jolly tone, light and breezy, but Agenr Caits couldn't enjoy it.