Agent Dioxide retreated back to his office, keeping the pulse grenade in one of the drawers. While there were many events that occurred not even three days of their arrival, the Subjects still have to go on with their itinerary. It was the only way to seem like they were doing their jobs for now, caring for 29 and 30, but it was awkward and difficult being with them, knowing full well the damage done to the innocent young adults. 

Agent Dioxide walked to Gershwin’s room and opened the door, only to see her frail and crying down on the floor. She did look up and though did not want to do anything besides cry, she knew she had to go along, lest another incident to occur – one that she won’t remember, but will regret still. He looked like a father-figure looming over her with the environment light shading his prominent form. Though she should hate him, she didn’t, she couldn’t.

Gershwin took to running on one of the treadmills, only moving so much for the time-being, despite the hint of indefatigability when she ran. They moved on to dinner, then back to her cell. Strangely enough, Cody was nowhere to be seen, despite similar schedules. Odd, she wondered why, but thought not to ask. 

When they eventually returned, she spoke to him through the wall.

[right] ‘So… what’d you have for dinner?’ [/right] 

[hr]

Agent Dioxide counted 100 on his final rep, and set the barbell down. He looked at the clock just behind him. 

11:15 pm. 

It was nearly time. He expected Agent Caits to be swapping positions now by the door to the Information Vault. He took a shower, changed to his clothes, and walked back to his office. 

Speak of the Devil, there Agent Caits was, passing by him in the hallway. He gestured a friendly nod:

‘Good evening,’ his face light and professional, but the subtleties implied: [i] ‘Let’s do this.’[/i]