[right]"Well, givin that I was under the impression that perhaps you'd want to do something different with Subject 30, I decided not to act without first asking you, as now the subject cannot be left alone, at all, around hand scanners. I also have no doubt that the subject will find a way out of the cage he is currently in, despite the motivators" [/right]

Agent Caits could not say what forced her to speak out like this, but she knew she was not going to be known as inadequate. And she was tired, heart sick. So she spoke out, instead of keeping it in. 

[right]'And Respectfully Sir, the subject will remember that, but I think you misunderstand him. He will simply become more crafty, and perhaps less foolish to do something in our sights again. Effectively sir, ordering the motivators on him will not only cause us more grief, but I learned on the way here that his screams has sent Subject 29 off. This may have just taken the progress made with subject 29 and flushed it down the drain.'[/right] 

She stopped herself, just from continuing. She took a breath, and laid her hands in her lap. She was curiously unafraid, and she sat up straight, staring directly into Big Boss's eyes. 

[right]'As for the subjects I have had difficulties with, let me remind you that they do have special abilities, and all the planning in the world can't account for what we do not know about them. Perhaps if I had more time with my teams before hand, I could account for their stupidity.'[/right]

She rose, hands by herself, managing to keep her voice level and at a low volume. 

[right]'As for where my allegiances lie, I think I've made it quite clear they lie with this operation in my service here.
[/right]

Caitlynn stayed standing, refusing to show any sign of weakness in front of the big boss, as she just about stared him down. 

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After a while, when Cody was absolutely sure he was alone, he sat up, eyes landing on a camera nearby. A flash of light, and the camera shattered as the ball hit it. It was an act of defiance, if only a small one. He rose smoothly, smoothing his clothes, and grimacing at the feel of dried blood. His own blood. Again. 

He laid a hand against the wall, and he began to sing, low toned, face paced, and loud. the song was furious, one of passion and danger, and anything that used light around him flickered once more. Some lights even blew, showering glass down on whoever was below. He wanted attention on him, and he wanted them to know that he could do damage, even if he was locked in a cell. 

He might still be learning what he could do, but what he knew so far was more then enough to cause problems. He wanted back into his cell, near Gerswhin. He didn't want to be alone.