Institution for Higher Existence? Zimmy's heart sank like a rock. So...she had been worthless, then? A pawn for an organization that wasn't even from her own country? She got into the truck silently, a shadow across her face. The phone and bracelet were forfeit now, of course. Everything else she hadn't even bothered to unpack.

So...there was nothing to make her different from the other WARDEN sobs who had come before her, then. She was just a part of the pack. What would her parents say? Could she even tell them? They'd always been so understanding, but this...this was not something she could see them being pleased with. She'd been recruited by an apocalyptic cult, fresh out of the academy. Literally a fucking [i]cult[/i].

Not only had she been recruited, but she had happily worn their stupid fucking bracelet since then, probably spying for them on her own friends and comrades since she graduated. Oh gods above, was she a traitor now? Had she been a traitor since she put the bracelet on? Did Rassvet even have laws dealing with doomsday cult, ex-intelligence groups roping unsuspecting WARDEN into a lie?

They probably did, she realized. She hadn't even tried to look into the organization. She'd just grabbed the fucking thing and put it on like an idiot. All of the Rassvet Intelligence groups would have been open to her scrutiny! She'd had the clearance, she just hadn't given a shit to look into it.

"Fuck my life," Zimmy hissed. End result: she wasn't particularly strong with the Mist, good at fighting, strategically intelligent, wealthy, or politically inclined. So what exactly was her use then? A great, heaping helping of nothing?

She slammed her fist into the truck's side, rubbing her temples with one hand. She didn't think she would cry: Zimmy wasn't a crier, even in the worst of circumstances. In fact, she didn't get angry much either: usually, she had one of the more level heads in WARDEN. At least, that's what she thought: something had to have stopped her from getting caught every time she lied through her teeth.

This was different though. This was an upending of who she'd thought she was. No, she wasn't going to cry. Instead, she continued to smash her fist into the metal of the truck until she felt something pop slightly. "Fuck," she growled again. The sudden pain finally forced her to raise her head.

"Lee!" she called, her voice surprisingly steady. "I...uh, help?"