[center][h1][color=39b54a]Willard[/color][/h1][/center]

[hr][center][color=fff200]Assignment[/color]: [color=39b54a]Infiltrate orphanage[/color] - Interacting with [@Fantasychic][@Wick][/center][hr]

After dealing with his bladder, the white-haired child merrily skipped back into the meeting room, overflowing with joy that he was included in his first ever official mission. R0se knelt down, looking the boy in the eyes and spoke of the work ahead of them.

[color=CF045A]"I am not about to have you placed in danger. Ok?"[/color] The woman's smile warmed Willard, knowing that she wanted to look out for him in case there was any trouble. He watched as her color shifted to a soft and pleasant hue, but there was still a sharpness to it, as if she still was worried about what they were getting into.

[color=39b54a]"Don't worry Ms. Rose, I'm not worried 'bout nothin' gettin' me!"[/color] Willard smiled, meeting her gaze with soft eyes. [color=39b54a]"I got you 'n Mr. Darric 'n Mr. Tamashi all helping, so I'll be fine!"[/color] His words left his mouth with firm assurance, yet still playfully. Willard turned and saw Mr. Darric enter, his color warming the surrounding air, but Willard couldn't help but notice the small bit of green that tinted the sides, off-putting the otherwise positive expression on Mr. Darric's face.

After Mr. Darric reassured R0se of Willard's safety, Willard's mind somehow wandered away from everything going on around him, far away, to something that the boy hadn't remembered in a very long time.[hr]
[h3]Six years ago - Somewhere in Ireland[/h3]
[color=00a99d]"Begin log... Subject oh-four seven three, temperamental manipulation management operation. Currently the subject in under heavy anesthetic - if everything goes accordingly, and if what Dr. Jenson said is right, the latest model of electro-nervous transmitters will be able to pacify heavy influxes of emotional nueral activity, and even eliminate the... Negative impulses that are cast by the subject. Further data will be recorded post-op."[/color]
[color=ed145b]"You really think this will work right, doc? I mean, what Werner said--"[/color]
[color=00a99d]"I have absolute faith in Dr. Jenson, Veronica. I wouldn't be doing this to... To my son if I knew it would only hurt him. I may be a scientist trapped in my lab for years on end, but I still have my humanity."[/color]
[color=ed145b]"I... I guess you're right. It just seems like such a far leap for the kid - and how will we know he'll be able to handle it?"[/color]
[color=00a99d]"We've had Werner and his associates working on this thing for several years now. He's analyzed all of the readings Will produced from minor emotional impulses to some of his highest... And most dangerous. All of the data from the transmitters will correspond and counteract any high levels of temperamental disorder that the boy puts off on another individual. Now then... I figure we should get this under way before he wakes up."[/color]

[color=39b54a][i]It's so dark...[/i][/color]

[color=39b54a][i]...[/i][/color]

[i][color=39b54a]... Mommy?[/color][/i]

[color=aba000]"Vince, what the hell??"[/color][i]*SLAM* - click, click-- *SMASH*[/i]
[color=00a99d]For fuck's - Sara, what in God's name??"[/color]
[color=aba000]"Don't give me that! There is still a child here, dammit, you can't just risk this sort of operation!"[/color]
[color=00a99d]"Son of-- Guards, get her out of here-- Now!"[/color]
[i]*THUMP-- CRASH*[/i]
[color=aba000]"How could you do this to your own son!?"[/color] [i]*SLAM*[/i]

[color=39b54a][i]...[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]"... Check neural impulses - Make sure the boy is still under."[/color]
[color=ed145b]"Y--... Yes, doctor..."[/color]

[color=39b54a][i]... Daddy...?[/i][/color]
[color=ed145b]"Breathing and heart rate both increased; supplying adequate anesthetics to prevent waking..."[/color]

[color=39b54a][i]Eh-- Ow...[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]"... I... I guess I'll start the procedure... Grab the... And..."[/color][hr]
Willard found himself in his bed, leaning up against the wall. He looked around - everything seemed to be in place. He walked out from the curtain that blocked the room and peered around the room. Everyone who was there before still remained, and didn't seem at all too concerned about his absense.

[color=39b54a]"I guess I fell asleep,"[/color] he muttered to himself before skipping over to where Mr. Darric and R0se stood waiting for the mission.

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