All eyes, as slow as molasses, shifted to look at Anna. She was staring at Jessi, staring into his eyes as she tried making sense of all she heard. But every time his words played over in her head, her head pounded, the pain behind her eyes growing exponentially.

Frowning slightly, she leaned forward, cocked her ear. "What was that?"

Jessi was way ahead of her. He was scanning the letter again, his lips moving rapidly as he rushed through the letter again. The air grew tense with waiting as everyone waited for him to confirm what they had just heard. He paused, his eyes boring into the final full stop of the letter. Slowly, they rose to meet Anna's. "Annabelle..."

"Give me that." Not waiting for him to hand it to her, she snatched out of his hands. Her eyes ran over the letter, reading it, absorbing the words. "He couldn't be talking about me, could he?"

"Are there any other Annabelle's at the NPA?" Dan asked tentatively.

She shook her head. "Just me." Setting the letter aside, she shoved her hand into the box, bringing out one of the tapes. Right now, the mission, Thomas, Angela ... everything else was in the back of her head.

The tape felt cool under her fingertips, as cool as the chill that shot through her when she read the words on front. 'Test Subject #28 – Gabrielle Trainor - 0'. Gulping, Anna's hands began to shake. Her mind whirred madly, her eyes darted everywhere. Her life flashed before her eyes, questions she never before thought of shouting in her head. It felt as if a wave just descended onto her head, washing her in the lie that was her life. Never had she ever thought about why she couldn't remember anything before she was twelve, but now that was the first thing she wondered about. She never wondered how she was able to see something once and could emulate it to near perfection, but that thought joined the others just as impatiently. She never pondered about her mentality, the one that made her wake up at six on the dot, go through the day like robot. Now she wondered why she never thought of it before.

Clutching the tape, she looked down at it. She didn't know what it would reveal and suddenly she felt something else she never felt before. Fear. She was afraid to confirm Benoit Beaumont's words. She was afraid to find out that it was really true. That she was really once a Gabrielle Trainor. That she was really taken from her family. Brought unwittingly into this life she never asked for. Could it really be true?

No one spoke as she rose to her feet. She walked over to the TV, her movements as smooth as ever as she pushed the tape into the VCR. Everyone moved out of her way when she stepped backwards, stepping over the coffee table and sinking into the the couch.

She waited for the video to pop up, revealing a thin lipped man bring the camera very close to his face.

"Test subject hunting number 28. We're currently at the Eiffel Tower. Since the other test subjects were failures, I've decided to pick someone who lived on a non-French diet. The Eiffel Tower is the best place for tourists to come."

The camera turned away from his overly excited face to the horde of people milling around the tourist attraction. Almost instantaneously, the camera zoomed in on a family buying eclairs from a nearby stand.

"Here is a Caucasian family. Adult woman looks to be mother, dark haired, quite tall. She looks to be in her late thirties. Too old to be a viable test subject." The camera shifted to the man standing beside her. "Adult man looks to be father. Judging by the fond way he speaks to the woman, they are married or in a loving relationship. Blond hair, pale skin. Also looks to be in late thirties."

The camera pointed downwards, on a young boy. "Child. Has the mother's dark hair but the father's pale skin. Looks no older than five years old. From previous tests subject, such a young age is not suitable."

The camera moved from the laughing boy to the girl standing beside him. She was laughing with the boy, feeding him bits of the eclair. "Young girl. Looks to be around ten or eleven. Dark hair, tall for age. Her age has not been tried before. So far, she seems suitable. We should get closer to find out if she is French."

There was shuffling behind the camera as the man walked closer to the laughing family. Their laughter grew distinctive, even though the camera panned casually over to the looming tower. Their voices grew louder as they spoke, revealing that they didn't have a French accent. The camera came back to the man holding in it, and he was smiled excitedly. "They sound American. Lucky me. I've found my next test subject so quickly. Preparations will be made."

The video clicked off. Anna already had the other ready and waiting.

"Test subject – Gabrielle Trainor." The same man spoke again, this time sitting in a brightly lit white room. To his back, the edge of a table peeked out. He stood facing the camera, staring into it.

"The chips have already been implanted into her cerebellum, her temporal lobe and the amygdala. Testing will begin now. Once the subject is woken up, the chip will be turned on. Once it's turned on, it cannot be turned off again, until death."

"If she doesn't immediately reject the chips, she will be put under severe hypnotism. She will be put to sleep where her body will be begin shock therapy to make her senses used to pain. She will be given hundreds of videos to watch to gauge the pace of her learning process. In the final stage of hypnotism, her skills will be tested. Now, let us begin."

The man rose to his feet, revealed the same dark haired girl in the previous video. She was asleep, her face at peace although her hair sat like a bird's nest on her head. The man went to stand by her side, shook her gently. At first, she didn't move. At the next shake, she began to stir and her eyes opened slowly.

They shifted back and forth, bemused, before realization dawned on her and the gravity of the situation sunk in. She was quick to spring upwards, eyes wide with fear, but the straps around her wrists and ankles held her down.

"Where am I?" she screeched, already tearing up. Her eyes sought the man fearfully. "Who are you? Where's my mom?"

"Somewhere out there, Gabrielle," the man replied. "Now don't work yourself up. She won't find you here so it makes no sense to scream."

Gabrielle obviously didn't care. She jerked against her holds, her tiny body fighting frantically. "Mom!" she screamed. "Dad! Someone! Help me! Help me, please!"

The man shook his head on a sigh. "Please stop the screaming. There's an echo in here." He moved to the side and picked up a remote. Gabrielle's eyes grew even wider, eyeing the gadget. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine soon."

"No..." Gabrielle was already shaking her head, crying even more. "No! No, please don't do this! Please don't."

The man said nothing. He ignored her crying and pressed the button. Gabrielle's body jerked against her restraints. Her eyes grew large, staring blankly into the ceiling. Suspended like that, it was silent, before her body finally fell to the table. Her eyes began to go back to normal, but then the light faded. She looked hollow, staring at nothing, her face blank.

The man waited until a full minute had passed before he smiled victoriously. "She doesn't reject the chips. Now, on to the next phase."

He set the remote down and moved off camera. The sounds of levers being pulled could be heard before his voice came again. "Shock therapy commence. We're going big. Twenty percent."

An electric jolt ran through Gabrielle. She screamed. Her eyes closed and the scream echoed in the white room. She lurched against her restraints but the shock never ceased. It went on and on, until her ears bled, until her voice grew hoarse. It didn't end until her screams stopped and she fell back onto the table. Her eyes remained open as her body jerked with the current running through her. It was as if she couldn't feel it anymore.

The entire process was repeated when the man turned it up to forty percent, then eighty then one hundred. Again and again, she screamed and bled. At eighty, he paced each current, fearing what such damage would do, but soon enough, she got used to even that. She passed out a few times, but he waited patiently for her to regain consciousness.

Finally, Gabrielle was allowed to sleep. She closed her eyes upon his command and he came back to stand before the camera. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Both tests have been a success. She is perfect compared to all the others. No one ever made it past fifty percent before. I have high hopes for this subject,"

Still grinning, the man turned the camera off.

Mina was sobbing into her shirt by the time the video was over. Anna didn't even notice it. She was ready to put in the final tape.

"Test subject – Gabrielle Trainor. Final Test." The man moved with the camera. He went behind it, coming to focus it on Gabrielle who sat behind a bland grey desk. Her hair was combed this time, pulled back at the nape of her neck. She stared straight ahead, back straight, hands on her knees. She still had the body of a child, but the facial expression of someone way beyond her years.

"What is your name?" the man asked.

Gabrielle never moved, her eyes never shifted. "I have no name."

"Who are you?"

"I am no one."

"Where do you come from?"

"No where."

"Who do you come from?"

"No one."

"Who is Gabrielle Trainor."

"Gabrielle Trainor is dead."

"Repeat yourself. Spanish."

"No tengo nombre. No soy nadie. Yo vengo de la nada. Vengo de nadie. Gabrielle Trainor está muerto."

"French."

"Aucun nom dois-je. Je ne suis pas un. Je viens de nulle part. Je viens de personne. Gabrielle Trainor est mort . "

"Dutch."

"Ik heb geen naam. Ik ben niemand. Ik kom uit niet waar. Ik kom uit niemand. Gabrielle Trainor is dood."

"Malay."

"Saya tidak mempunyai nama. Aku tidak ada satu. Saya datang dari tidak di mana. Saya datang dari sesiapa. Gabrielle Trainor mati. "

"Korean."

"Naneun eotteon ileum i eobs-seubnida. Naneun amudo saeng-gag haji anhseubnida. Naega eobsneun gos eseo onda. Naneun amudo eseo wassseubnida. Gabrielle Trainor neun jug-eoss-eoyo."

"That's enough. Guns."

Gabrielle rose to her feet. The camera followed her over to the range. She put on her headgear, her tiny fingers closing over a semi automatic. Every shot hit dead centre. She moved on to the next guns afterwards, finishing off with a sniper rifle. When she was done, she stood still.

"Good." The voice was almost giddy with happiness. "Let's see you handle yourself."

As soon as he said those words, Gabrielle was surrounded by six men, all standing menacingly over her tiny frame. She never faltered. As soon as the got the get go, she flew into action.

She used her size to her advantage, sliding in and out of sight, moving too quickly for her to be noticed. Before long, they all laid unconscious on the ground and she hadn't broken a single sweat.

"Last test."

Gabrielle knew where to go. She went to the left, walking through a door, the camera following behind her. She stood in the very centre of the room, while the camera watched her from the corner.

All of a sudden, something shot out of a hole from the left wall. Gabrielle folded backwards unto her hand, came up just as swiftly. Something else just as deadly looking shot from the opposite wall but Gabrielle dodged it too. They began coming more frequently, more quickly. Soon enough, Gabrielle never rested. She moved swiftly, a blur dodging every arrow, every knife, every iron ball that almost fell unto her head. While the cameraman stood safely in the corner, Gabrielle was being attacked from all sides, but she never faltered in motion. She was sure in her movement and in no time, she was done. The attack was over and she stood untouched in the very centre, not even panting.

When she was done, the man grew ecstatic. He turned the camera back to him. "I did it!" he whooped. "I, Francois Durand, completed the invention that will change the fate of France. Gabrielle Trainor is the first success! I must tell Benoit," he said absentmindedly. "I must -"

His words broke off when he heard a sound. His head shot up, before fear lit his face. "They're here," he whispered. He dropped the camera. He was fumbling with something, rushing over to Gabrielle who stood silently. "Benoit! It's a success, but the Rebels are here. I'm sending Gabrielle over with everything. Take care of her. I'm going to try and hide out somewhere."

He clicked off his phone, swallowing fearfully. He ran up to the camera, picked it up, and clicked it off.

No one moved when the video ended. Mina's sobs faded a bit now, but other than that, it was silent. Anna's eyes never left the screen. Everything she just watched replayed in her head. All she could see was the little girl, laughing and talking with her little brother. All she could remember was the smile on her face, the smile on her parents' face, on her brother's.

She had a family. She was normal, living a happy life. Were they still there? Were they alive? Did they remember her?

It was all she could wonder as she stared at the screen. Even when Jessi's arms wrapped around her, she never moved. She kept wondering over and over about this family she couldn't, for the life of her, remember.

When the doorbell rang, she never moved. Dan was the one who got it. She barely heard him open the door, didn't even think to tell him it was a bad idea. She barely registered Jackie's familiar voice. It was when she heard the high pitched sound of gas escaping a pressurized container did she finally snap out of it. She blinked, seeing the thick white smoke drift into her line of vision, hearing Jessi, Mina and Dan double over coughing. She quickly rose to her feet, but the damage was already done. She inhaled too much and her body was already growing hazy.

Jackie's face covered with a gas mask was the last thing she saw when she blacked out.