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The fluorescent lights flickered open in the dark and quiet hallway, with nothing but the sharp sound of a lone footstep echoing. Once the metal doors of a single cell opened, it revealed not a prison but a rather dainty room.  Complete with a single bed,  a desk and a bookshelf, a single potted plant and a door for a bathroom. Inhabiting the room was a woman, ashen pale, dark haired , she looked up from her book, her eyes were blank and dead. The visitor, a middle aged man in a twenty grand suit motioned to her, and from just that she understood what she had to do, like a flick of a button. She closed her book and gave him her full attention. 

The man reached her a dossier, five of them then scanned the contents of each. "Five of our subjects managed to escape the facility two nights ago" The woman stood silent. "Their recovery is our priority, unharmed if necessary." he simply said, and walked away. Seven is quite familiar of the procedure. When somebody tries to escape usually they don't go far enough until they are recaptured once again. Usually by her. How would this one be any different she thought. Promptly, she prepares herself for another hunt ahead.[/i]

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUg-6zSJ9cI]It had been raining for days.[/url] Seven despised the rain. And the city looked very despondent ,at the very least, with the clouds covering the sun's bright rays. That evening she walked amongst the city crowd, umbrellas perched above them blanketing in shades of black and grey and only she stood out amongst them, her head only covered by the hood of her dark jacket. During her briefing she was told that blending in is a strict requirement first and foremost. And she made sure that was carefully followed.

[color=7ea7d8][i]Should've brought an umbrella[/i][/color] she thought, as the drizzle became heavier, she crossed the busy road, bags of groceries lugging in both arms. Seven had grown fond of the city in her many times she was stationed there. It was a far cry from the first time she set foot on it's busy streets, anxiety and paranoia used to plague her. Although she can live quite freely on her own accord, the fact that she's still property of Chimera had limited her much of her freedom, she was unable to stray away from a certain location and was constantly under surveillance. But so far this hasn't bothered her, having what little freedom she had away from the facility she was imprisoned was enough for her.

Seven steered towards the alley, and went inside a small establisment door next to a Chinese diner. Taking the narrow stairs up to her door she fished out the keys on her pockets, unlocking a door to her small apartment. The inside is cozy, there was a couch that also provided as her bed, a huge shelf of books was at the corner, and a few pots of plants that bloomed with flowers showed that it was diligently taken care of. The pale woman put away all her groceries, whilst the sound of late night shows, terrible one liners and laugh tracks subtly played on the tv. 

Unlidding a bottle of light vodka, which she poured in a glass mug, Seven took another study at the dossiers. Sitting on the sofa, familiarising their faces, their scent, from what she was provided with. They all looked like a couple of years younger than she is. That is, as far as she can tell of her own age. Almost three days had already past since they escaped, nobody had reported their entrance to the city yet, so they couldn't have gotten far from the facility. But once they do, she should be ready. It's of utmost priority.

Wandering off from her own thought, the woman gazed out of her bay window, mug clutching in both hands. The rain had slowly receded as the sun glinted over the urban horizon.