[color=B0E0E6][center][h2][b][u]Amelia Scott[/u][/b][/h2][i][h3]Location: The Facility[/h3][/i][hr][/center]
When Amelia's eyes opened, she was graced with a horrendous light in her eyes.  She groaned and rolled onto her side away from it. Shit, it was bright.  She wiped her teary eyes and glanced around  the room. It was white and immaculate. There was some furniture though not much. The bathroom, she noticed, was attached to her room as well. Where was she? What the hell was going on? She  tried to remember the events prior, but it was a blur. There was work, then those awful men. A sharp inhale escaped her. Where had they taken her - a freaking lab or something? Amelia quickly swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, only to plummet to the floor with a harsh thud. She let out a cry and rolled onto her back. The room swan around her as she picked herself up and glanced at her ankle. it was swollen, she noticed, and had bruised. She prayed to God it wasn't broken; though judging by her fall, it was more than just twisted.

Amelia pulled herself onto the bed to gather herself when a voice spoke to her: [color=white]"You’re in a government detainment facility,” [/color]

Amelia looked around at the intercom and glowered. [color=F08080]"Thanks for taking care of your doctors. America would be proud of you."[/color] She snapped and sat up against the bed board. 

[color=white]“You’ll find a change of clothes and a packet explaining everything you need to know on the little stand in the room. Please change and leave your old clothes on the bed before you leave.”[/color] Amelia rolled her eyes and glanced at the material she had been advised to pursue. 

[color=F08080] "Are you going to clean them or are you going to toss them out in the rubbish? You know that outfit was expensive and all. I'd hate to lose it." [/color] Amelia sighed as she stood up and gripped the bed post for balance. [color=F08080]"Or perhaps you could keep  them for yourself a souvenir for abusing one of America's hardworking and dedicated doctors. You do realize I have clients to take care of, or is the well being of the general population not interesting enough for you? Or perhaps my colleagues that will be searching for me as well?"[/color]

[color=white]"Cooperate with us or we'll do it the hard way,"[/color] The voice snapped back at her. [color=white]"Besides, your colleagues gave you up. They're not coming to look for you, Miss Scott."[/color] 

Her heart sank and this time, she did not have a snappy retort. Her coworkers had given her up? Amelia frowned. This had to be a trick or a lie! Her mind reeled, but her gut told her otherwise. She had recalled seeing the men with her coworkers. She clenched her fists and withheld a response. Besides, any further retaliation could wind her up in worse condition then she was in now.She couldn't help but sniffle and wipe her eyes briefly. She couldn't believe it.

Amelia knew she had to leave this hellish room and find out where she was or if she was with others. Perhaps she had clients here? God, that would be awkward. She sighed and hobbled over to the package and took out the clothes. "Did you get these garbs at Kidnap-People-R-US?" She muttered under her breathe and glanced around to if the voice would reply, but it must not have heard. Once she had changed, she awaited further instructions. Instead of a reply from the intercom coward as she had deemed it in her head, the doorway to her prison room had opened. 

Amelia hesitated and glanced back at her items: her clothes, necklace and a bracelet were laying in a neat pile on her bed. Amelia sighed heavily. She was going to miss those items; it was all she had left of herself. She had no idea if she would ever make it home. Her heart pinged with grief for her clients. They were going to be be confused and scared. 

She began to limp out, withholding a wince from her ankle as she moved forward. She had looked at her abdomen, which had bruised and also had sprained her ankle. Oh God, she was screwed. She looked at her trembling hands and sucked in a deep breathe before leaving the bathroom and had saw a bruise there as well. What a bunch of monsters. She hissed in displeasure and began trying to walk normally, but each step took effort. Amelia had a nagging feeling that she  to try to calm her rattled nerves. She gripped the wall beside her for balance as she began to ascend down the hallway.

To her luck, she saw a trio of people ahead of her: two men, one large and muscular one, a young blonde women with muscle as well, and then another man with red hair and a tiny stubble. Amelia bit her tongue in pain as she gathered herself to call out,: [color=F08080] "Excuse me, could one of you please help me? Where are we and why are we here?"[/color]

Amelia propped herself up against the wall for balance and awaited a response. Judging by their stance and body language, there had been an incident of some sort beforehand. She noticed they wore the same clothing as her and sighed in relief. At least they looked like her. Hopefully, they had answers. [/color][hr]
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