"As you may know, this is Natasha Dior, or Chameleon we tend to call her. And we have this video to give you an idea of what to expect from her." Brook's played the video for Sam who sat next to him watching the computer screen. The black and white video showed the attractive seemingly ordinary woman sitting in a straight jacket on a bunk with other doctor's surrounding her. She struggled and wrestled against them but relented when they injected something in her neck. Sam sighed, shaking his head obviously disturbed but Brook's gestured for him to keep watching.

In the five minute wait for the video, Brook's felt the shock exuding from his colleague as Zane watched horrified and entranced at the obvious change in the video.

"She changed?"

"Yes, if she gains anyone's DNA or kill's another, she can completely change into another, gaining their memories and strengths and weaknesses. The whole package it comes with changing into another person."

"What's to say she wouldn't have the skill to obviously sneak out?"

"All containments have a tracker in them. It's monitored and sends off an alarm if they leave the Asylum."

"That's a big hole. She could change in here."

"Doubtful. She can't last long in another form. Barely a couple hours or maybe 24 hours."

"It's enough."

"Not with the watch we have on all of them." Zane stared at the repetitive video of the lady whose face distorted like bad television reception. Brook's understood the shock on his colleagues expression. That was another thing you didn't see everyday.

"Alright, let me go say my hello's again then."

"You've spoken with her already though." Brook's frowned and Zane sighed heavily as if the conversation was tedious.

"I try not to get too much information at the moment. I'd rather not judge completely yet and if they want to open up to me, then so be it." With that, Zane swept out of Brook's office and with a heavy sigh, Brook's grabbed his book and tag and hurried after him.

"Natasha, how's your day been so far?"

"Delightful, doc. I'm warm and wrapped in a straight jacket meant for the insane but it's okay because I can just use my teeth or feet to change pages of my magazine. I mean, seriously, it couldn't be better. I'm not annoyed or finding this frustrating at all-"

"Okay, okay. I got it. I understand and I am sorry for the...actions that are being forced now. But it's only temporary." Natasha snorted like any heiress would when hearing news that did not suit them. Despite being locked up like a prisoner, Natasha did not allow anything to hide her high upbringing. She had an attitude and wit and presence that could match royalty without fear. Especially up against a couple soldiers with armed weapons. She threw her long black hair that she somehow managed to keep too neat, over her shoulder as she used her bare foot to flip a page of the magazine with barely any discomfort. Zane glanced at Brook's over his shoulder through the window and Brook's smiled faintly behind his hands.

What a lady indeed.

"So, Natasha, I think we need to talk about a few things-"

"You wanna know who killed Greeve's. We all know you and the others wanna know. Hell, I wanna know because that's all the gossip we have these days. I need the gossip because it is so bloody boring in here. There's only locker room talk between the soldiers which is everyday news and just repetitive." She glanced over Zane's shoulder as if she was looking through the window at the soldiers stationed on either side who were listening with awkward rapt attention. "Like seriously boys, get more vocabulary. It's like a kid repeating ABC in an R18 fashion. At least be creative or classy." Brook's raised his brow at the soldiers who remained looking ahead but there reddened faces said it all. Brook's chuckled as he turned back to the conversation inside the room.

"Yes, Natasha. As you all know, finding the culprit of Greeve's murder is our priority."

"I think Greeve's dying was a bonus for a shitty place like this." Natasha rolled her eyes as she turned back to her magazine. "Quite frankly, I did not kill him. But I certainly cheered like a cheerleader when I heard. I've had enough at the hands of such a prick like him. Did you know he was often abusive to the kids?"

"I've heard something..."

"It always got swept under the rug because no one cares about freaks like us. But come on! Kids, that you guys would allow to be manhandled at that bastards hands? Ironic, since soldiers are meant to protect."

"I understand your frustrated, I don't fully feel it because I am not in your shoes but I am sorry. But if you know who killed him-" Natasha raised her head, staring Zane sharply in the eyes as he tensed at her sudden look. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't think you get it. Anyone of you. You could ask and pester and check. But not one of us did it. Have you checked the idiots who work here? Of course you haven't because no one wants to believe outside the freaks, that normal people would commit such a thing. And the sooner you realize it," She leaned slowly, a grin spreading slowly across her face and her eyes darkened. "The more fun it will be for us freaks to watch you break."

Those outside the containment of Natasha fidgeted nervously at the chilling inclination in her voice. Sam sighed and standing up, he left the containment, the doors clamping shut heavily. When suddenly Natasha yelled out from her containment.

"By the way doc, I can be a better you." Brook's frowned at Sam who glanced warily into the room as Natasha slowly stood up smoothly. She rolled her head side to side, cracking it. "Hell, I could be you right now and you'd never know it. I can do a better you than you would ever think possible." She ran her tongue over her lips as she chuckled in a sultry manner. "And when all this is over and we get out, because we will, one day, it will be ruins for you. Because I will ruin you. "