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[img]https://s1.postimg.org/1l2u03hqtb/tumblr_oy4sg6f3p51qd1s6no1_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=82ca9d]Location:[/color][/b] Lab Facility[/center][hr][hr]	It seemed that Nine wasn't the only one that was angry. Twelve was a towering figure, at over six feet tall with a muscular and well defined build. He had scowled throughout the majority of the talks, clenching and unclenching his fists. His veins were throbbing and had anyone been able to see through the fog, it would have been palatable. Something strange had began to come over him and he suddenly gasped, collapsing to the ground. His heart was pounding and he couldn't quite draw in the air he needed. Blood began to trickle out of his nose as he went into a death rattle, before he stopped moving altogether. 

	Nine's blood chilled as she heard one of her number collapse. Had he been shot in the fray and succumbed to his injuries? Or were the results of the experiments conducted on them simply not stable? Were they lab rats, doomed to die? She had no way to confirm what the guard was saying was true - yet a thousand reasons to doubt the validity of the source. Two's question brought a vague game plan to mind for Nine. She needed to get medical attention for her shoulder wound. Yet knowing why they were in the labs wasn't enough - they needed to know who they were. They needed to remember this world if they were going to be able to survive. 

	[color=82ca9d]"If you scouted the place, where did they keep their records on who we were?"[/color] Nine finally asked. [color=82ca9d]"We'll need to find some sort of medical facility as well...Just in case someone else might be about to collapse."[/color]