[b]Jennifer Henderson Henderson Household, Los Angeles[/b] "Thank god you picked up. Listen..." Jennifer paused for a second as she didn't know how to explain things at first. "The girls are gone. That lodge they were staying at was full of law enforcement when I got there. Where they were staying looked like it was destroyed. The thing I really don't know is who got to them before the police did. I know you're away, so if you need me to do something, I'm in." Jennifer said this confidently. For so long she had hid herself, her true self. Jennifer was lovely and willing to dive into action, and as much as she loved her new stable life with her loving husband, she felt that she needed to do something new. In this case, something old. ------------------ [b]Michael Henderson Olympus Testing Facility; Medical Wing[/b] [i]This is third room I've been assigned to go into and I gotta say I'm not looking forward to seeing what's next. First patient looked like he was beaten to an inch of his life, and the second had lacerations coveringredients her body...[/i] Michael found this all to be strange. He'd enter a room, see a patient drugged, medical record on a table, and a description of their wounds. Michael couldn't imagine this being from the riot. As he made his way to the next room he overheard something off in a room he was passing. "So are you going talk when you back to the interrogation room? Oh sorry you can't talk can you? I told Stross that we should lower the dosage he administers. For one it would leave you in pain to think about what you did, and then maybe I could get you talking. You know like a good cop/bad cop sort of scenario... But I guess I'll treat you so you can go in for another round. Think of your with me as the time a boxer had between each round. Except in this match, you can't win. Forfeit or keep getting hit till you die..." Michael stood by the door and was disturbed by what he heard from another physician working here. He balled his fist and entered the room seeing a smaller older man standing over a barely conscious female. His eyes widened in shock at her injuries. She was bruised, soaking wet and naked. The older physician snapped his hand away from between the female's legs. "What the hell!" Michael shouted as he rushed over and pushed the older man down. What's going on here?!" The older man picked himself off the ground with rage in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?! This isn't your assigned room. Get out... now!" The man demanded. The two locked eyes, neither of them thinking of moving from their position. "I said GET OUT!" The man screamed before moving over to the red button brief to Michael as a way to call in security personnel. A loud buzz was heard which made Michael take step back. "You can't do this." Michael didn't know what was going to happen next, but it wasn't good. What would become of him? "I can do whatever the hell I want. I'm the leading... huh?" The man was grabbed by the woman on the bed before using what little power she had to make the man's head combust into flames. Michael's eyes widened and backed up before he was pulled away. Security was inside already. "Sedate her!" Michael heard before he found himself in the hallway staring at the shut door once again. Now there was a question. Was it this place or just that man that was so horrible?