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[color=aba000] "Obviously, you all have a lot going through your minds right now, but try to stay focus. Keep your eyes on them. But again, don't act. React."[/color] He heard one of his fellow prisoners say as they were all being led down a hallway with about a million doors; a lot of which looked like have never been opened. It was odd that this man's voice seemed reassuring, like this guy knew what he was talking about. An air of confidence and experience despite him probably being in the same amnesiac state as they were in. Normally he wouldn't take orders from people, but in this situation he agreed. They really didn't have anything they could do. . . Not anything [i]yet[/i] at least. 

He had seen the others all looking at their right arms, and decided to do the same. The number 5 was tattooed on his arm. So, they were all branded? Since he couldn't really remember anything, he decided to adopt the name "Five" until he snapped out of whatever state of mind he was in. [color=1a7b30][i]At least I'm not the only one,[/i][/color] Five thought to himself. It seemed they were all in the same shitty situation, so that meant that they all had a reason to work together--at least for the moment. 

Five was ready to jump in and help out if anything went down, but he was going to wait for someone else to make the first move.