Sam snapped back to reality as her conscious mind screamed at her to answer the new blips on her radar. She'd been reliving the events leading up to the crash, cycling through alternate strategies that might have ended her up...well, anywhere but here. Justin was talking to someone...

Her gaze panned right and, settling upon some kind of...wolf...thing...she decided it [i]couldn't[/i] have been him who had addressed Justin. There had been another voice, but only one other, and female. Her peripheral vision picked up Nora's glasses as they flashed in the sun. It was a pity that had not been the only detail she noticed. Nora's white labcoat, sterile and official, registered as a clear and present danger to Sam, who knew all-too-well what it meant to be under "their" care again.

All at once, her propped-up boot launched her from the tree which had supported her weight. It had been like the trained reaction of a soldier at the sight of a drawn weapon. Sam, wild-eyed and teeth clenched, came to rest in a wide stance and clapped her wrists together, producing a high-pitched whine from her gloves. There was another "doctor" here to see her, but this time she wouldn't be helplessly tied to a metal table when they tried to violate her body.

"Nice [i]try..."[/i] she hissed, eyes darting between the wolf and Nora. She chanced a glance over her shoulder, to determine whether Justin would aid or attack as well. "I'm [i]not[/i] going back..."


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