[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]9[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://s7.postimg.org/5q3xggytn/5ac3e2da557d2380784343.gif[/img][hr][b][color=82ca9d]Location:[/color][/b] Lab Facility[/center][hr][hr]	Nine glanced over at Ten and smirked. [color=82ca9d]"Tell you what, baby,"[/color] Nine began, her voice soft and a little velvety. [color=82ca9d]"You patch me up, and I'll let you live."[/color] She wasn't in the mood to have to play games or barter with someone in order to receive medical attention. She still had a gun on her and it wouldn't have been the first time she killed that day. It didn't even give her any sort of pause to consider just what type of person she was, since all of this came so naturally. She then returned her attention to the rest of the conversation, already sizing the others up. 

	The kid was as gullible and naive as Nine had previously determined. Two had a bit of a sadistic streak to her. Three - he was practical. Ten - Nine couldn't be too certain about him. He was either idealistic or a little too trusting. But from what she could tell, people only cared about Jakob. She herself had to agree with Eleven. And given that no one had opposed her taking on the leadership mantle so far, Nine decided it was time to call the result of the vote. [color=82ca9d]"Okay then. Extract the information, then put a bullet in their skull once that's done. Zacharia lives - and kid, he's your responsibility. If he even looks like he's considering betraying us, then we'll have to reconsider letting him live,"[/color] Nine said curtly. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Once we finish gathering the information here, we can't leave anyone behind that's alive. We'll...We'll stage the scene. Make it look like there were less of us that survived than really did. It'll hopefully get them to stop looking for us."[/color]