The place was quite large indeed...like a prison indeed. It was two floors, though I suspected the patients quarters were held underground. The air was dry and hot, and I quickly shrugged out my coat, leaving me in my grey work pants and pale blue buttoned shirt. Rolling up the sleeves to the elbow, I slung my coat over my arm and picked up my pack with my laptop and files and followed Brook's to the entrance.

The inside seemed less of a prison though. More like the entrance of a clinic, a really huge clinic seating area. There was a receptionist area. Brooks approached the door inside the opening, pulled out his card, scanned and went through with me. Security stopping us to quickly scan and make sure we carried nothing crude on us.

"I'll take you to your new office and then we shall go see the containments."

Taking the elevator, we descended down to the next floor. The doors opened up allowing me to see just how the area looked. We were on a narrow corridor with a barricade that looked over down into the next floor down. There was security lined up around, at least five meters apart, large guns in hand and stock still, as if waiting for shit to happen. The floor below was just a large open empty room the size of three basketball courts. Two long tables were lined up at one end with at least twenty chairs. There were gym equipment at another corner.

So they provided some form of entertainment for their patients...I guess a way to placate them.

Above us, from the floor we came from, it was all glass, allowing some sun through and down onto the third floor. Most likely they never allowed the containments outside at all for fresh air. I couldn't imagine that was a very good idea.

"Your private office is two doors down from mine but you'll have further privacy inside with your patients. Truthfully, we haven't done therapy with any of them cause we never considered it. But, I have been thinking about it for a while, especially for a couple of our younger patients."

I glanced at Brook's sharply at that but kept my mouth shut for now and entered the small but open white walled office. A simple red wood desk with a large computer sat in the middle. I placed my pack on the desk and appraised the room. A shelf with books was already filled, a barred window though it was large enough to look less prison like. A couple plants to give a nice touch. A large, dark blue sofa on the other side of my desk. It was almost identical to my office back home.

Awesome.

"Your computer and laptop will be monitored just so you know. If you call, email, go through social networks, it goes through us as well, just so you don't say anything incriminating."

I didn't particularly like being spied on but I could deal with that since I never really brought work home anyway.

"All your work will be saved to us for us for future reference as well, especially if you decide to make this a temporary thing." Brook's suddenly clapped his hands and smiled widely. "Now then, are you ready to meet your fate."

Not really no.

"So I've got twenty patients, and unlimited time to get this shit done. Hopefully within a few months, which I highly doubt. Just saying." I grumble as I sit across from Brook's in his office. He pulls a cardboard box and places it in front of me.

"This is yours. All information on the patients, names, ages, nicknames, history, how we found it and family. Some likes and dislikes that help us manage them in some ways."

I opened the lid, revealing a box filled with folders on twenty patients. Each folder had a name on the front in bold lettering make it easy to read. I quickly skimmed through a couple names before muttering,

"You have both male and female patients here."

"Yes."

"What's the age range here? You've implied something and I am already dreading to hear the answer." Brooks sighed, falling in his chair.

"The real ages in here for some are...complicated. But the basic outline I can give you is ten to forty-five years." I dropped the folders back with a thump, absolutely horrified and furious.

"You have ten year old's in here?! Are you fucking insane!? Isn't it dangerous enough for your lot and then you throw a fucking child in here!" I ran my hand through my hair, frustration and fury making me close to shouting. "Fucking hell, who do you think you are to do that? Have you thought about the repercussions this could do, being locked in here with dangerous characters? The mind for young children is easily scarred-"

"We considered otherwise and I assure you, the couple ten year old's we have in here are assuredly safe and well guarded, even by some of the other patients. There are none who are capable of child crimes."

Two ten year old's in here!? Jesus fucking Christ!

"Are you saying the patients have each others backs in here?" Brook's nodded slowly while I took that thought in. "You said your patients border on a paranormal or supernatural situation here. Are they all identical, or is different? Also, I'm not sure what to think about paranormal ideals, and this could all be just psychosis." Brooks smiled wanly.

"They are different in their own way. Some have similarities, in both what they are capable of, or what they've done, etc. You can read about it eventually. I assure you, you can read for yourself. Maybe go through the files and assess them." Brook's started walking for the door, stopping to look back at me over his glasses. "Or do you wanna take the files along and see them for yourself."

My hands were still on my hips as I took a couple deep breaths to control the frustration and anger I felt. If they had kids in here, a Doctor who was known for his temper, and military ready to snap and shoot anything that could possibly sneeze...it was real bad in here. But I'd be lying if I wasn't curious about this. Once I followed Brook's, my world would change.

"Fuck it." I groaned, shaking my head irritably, and grabbed the box with the files in them and followed him to the door. "Let's do this."