[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b] OMEN Facility [/color][/center][hr][hr]

Antoinette watched the rude guard curiously. People often weren’t rude naturally, they were made that way. Her other guard, Agent Flynn, seemed to have a genuine heart. Perhaps he thought this cause was just. When people didn’t understand things, they became frightened and unruly. Much like a caged animal. The people locked up would act how they needed to to survive and the frightened people would continue to use their guns to ensure some semblance of order. Annie’s eyes scanned and she saw a few agents actually carrying their guns, rather than having them stored away like her personal guards. She walked a little more quickly, despite the pain, in her eagerness to get past this floor. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”Is not having your true self limited, like a kind of death?”[/color] She peered into the eyes of the kinder guard, searching for an understanding she was sure to find there. 
After she had been captured, they stripped her of her precious items, including her contacts. Her necklace however, she put up a fight to keep that secured around her neck. Normally, her blue eye would brighten as she tapped into her more enhanced intuition side but with the inhibitor they gave her working to keep her unremarkable, it simply looked like any other blue eye. 
She couldn’t keep eye contact with Agent Flynn for very long though. The guns all around her frightened her. They were in a larger capacity here and truth be told, she was afraid to be shot. To hear that awful sound ring out around her and have nowhere to run to for safety. There were giant rooms with windows that she tried to peer into, any hopes of distractions but with the amount of guards, she couldn’t get one look around them to see what they contained.