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[center][h1][color=007236]Thomas Greene[/color][/h1][/center]

He eyes hardened at Kevin's statement. [color=007236]"Escape?"[/color] He pursed his lips and then couldn't help but let out a dry, hard laugh. [color=007236]"Where ever would they go? They're trapped on a bloody island!"[/color] He clapped his hands together in front of him and shook his head slowly. [color=007236]"Please keep your ears and eyes open for more intel. I'm counting on you to let me know of any rash plans that are being planned and any escape routes that are being mapped out."[/color] 

In secret, Dr. Greene knew that several patients were talking about trying to slip through the cracks in security. Quite frankly, he kept security as lax as he did to encourage escape plans. It helped weed out some of his experiments. The ones that were willing to escape usually had something to live for outside the walls and therefore would be missed if they were to disappear one day. He and Dr. Brennan worked strictly on patients that had no one and had nothing outside of their lives behind the white walls of the hospital.

[color=007236]"If that is all?"[/color] He asked finally when Kevin said nothing. Dr. Greene stood and straightened out his lab coat. [color=007236]"I have a meeting to prepare for,"[/color] he said dismissively and picked up a few files that had been lying open on his desk. He straightened up the papers, closed the files, and tucked them neatly under his left arm. Dr. Greene was nothing if not neat, tidy, and organized. Walking to the door slowly, he opened it to allow Kevin to leave. [color=007236]"Unless you plan on attending the meeting."[/color]

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[center][h1][color=0076a3]Jocylin Redford[/color][/h1][/center] 


Jo eyed the large Russian as he entered the room and sat back in her chair. He was an intimidating sight. She had been to Russia a few times and had worked a few missions there, and she knew they were no soft and sweet people. They usually meant business and that business usually meant death. Her lips curled into a small smile and Xander called to him and tried to strike up a conversation with Sasha. Rolling her eyes, she swore that the man would strike up a conversation with a post if it talked back to him.

Surprised when Sasha actually acknowledged them, she looked over her shoulder and brushed the hair from her face. [color=0076a3]"I was born in North Carolina, but I have lived all around from Paris to Washington DC to England for a short time."[/color] She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. [color=0076a3]"I moved around a lot,"[/color] she concluded blandly and made another move on the board. [color=0076a3]"King me,"[/color] she stated with a smirk and winked at Xander. [color=0076a3]"Too lost in thought to pay attention to our game?"[/color] she teased lightly.