Containment 3: Rory Jax
Code Name: Wolf
Age: 29
D.O.B. - 11/07/1988
P.O.B. - London, England
Arrival - 1987
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Rory?

I glanced up at the young man pushing the trolley with files beside Brooks before opening it up slowly. I hadn't read the history of the containments yet, having a feeling I would need to sit and read them considering most of them had quite a bit of heft to their files.

Must be some history indeed, I could only think sardonically.

"You're a containment?" I quickened my pace so I was walking alongside Rory and instinctively he flinched back, almost falling back behind us both. A flick of worry and anger coursed over me.

This was not the attitude of some prisoner, it was nerves or fear.

"Yes sir." Rory muttered, keeping his voice low.

"And yet you're outside?"

"I'm more stable than most and unassuming until my time of the month."

I stared at him, obvious confusion shrouding my face and he smiled humorlessly.

"Lycanthropy." Was his reply.

My reply was to look away and place the file back with the others I had glanced through.

I'll open that can of worms later then.