[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]9[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://s1.postimg.org/1l2u03hqtb/tumblr_oy4sg6f3p51qd1s6no1_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=82ca9d]Location:[/color][/b] Lab Facility[/center][hr][hr]	[color=82ca9d]"Precaution,"[/color] Nine answered simply when asked why she was aiming her gun at them. [color=82ca9d]"Doesn't it strike you as a little strange that they were set aside from the rest of us? No reason why the sadistic motherfuckers that did this to us didn't put themselves in stasis as well to wait out the war,"[/color] Nine reasoned. But once it was clear that the newcomers didn't have a clue what was going on, she lowered her weapon. Despite Two's efforts to previously get her to lower it, she had kept it aimed. As far as Nine was concerned, they weren't out of dodge - not just yet. 

	[color=82ca9d]"And kid, we're gonna need weapons,"[/color] Nine then pointed out. [color=82ca9d]"If the war was over things with abilities - and given that they were sent here to destroy the lab, I'm not guessing we'll be welcomed with open arms anywhere. There'll be more people coming to kill us - probably until we die."[/color] It was a bit of harsh reality that didn't seem to be getting through to the kid. She went with the others to the storage room, hoping that there'd be answers for them - or at least something to get the bullet out of her arm. It wasn't bleeding too badly, mostly because the bullet itself was keeping the wound closed. 

	Once inside, her eyes instantly spotted the chest marked [i]9[/i]. This was it, then. She quickly moved over to it and gave the padlock a good hit with the butt of her gun. The padlock fell to the ground easily and Nine opened up the chest. The items inside were covered in dust and Nine didn't recognize any of them. There was a silver signet ring that Nine slipped onto her left thumb. It didn't have any distinguishing features that she could tell. There was a sketchbook and as she opened it up, a faded patch fell out of it. And despite having no memories of any of it, Nine found she could explain almost every design in there. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I was a mechanic,"[/color] Nine mused to herself. She next found a change of clothes and instantly changed into them, not caring who else was there. Once dressed in a tank top, leather jacket, pants, and combat boots, she felt a little more at ease - and less like a lab rat. She then picked up her discarded clothes and tore a long strip from what had been her shirt. It could be made into a makeshift bandage until they found something better and she wrapped it around her arm before tying it off. There was a small tool kit in there as well, complete with safety glasses and a blow torch. However, what caught her attention was the pocket knife and the loaded handgun, along with a spare clip. 

	Just what sort of mechanic was she?