Hey, just a note, guys! I just updated chapter seven before posting this, and mentioned that the man in the black suit at PSWay was named Gill Moorish, so just in case you were wondering.

The doors to their pods weren't going to open until the next six hours, so Nemo found a quiet corner of the glass room to sit and think.

A few of the subjects would come over and try to talk to him, but he wouldn't respond.

Without realizing it, he had fallen asleep, his back slumped against the wall. A hand touched his shoulder, and he started. It was the French man with the mustache.

"The pod doors will open soon." He said, then spun around and scurried away.

Nemo stood up slowly, and noticed Gill Moorish a few paces away.

"I have news for you, son," He told him. "Do you know what your sickness is?"

Nemo was so tired of being asked that question. "No. I don't."

"That's because you aren't sick."

He relaxed. He knew it. "Then why am I here?"

Gill looked around cautiously, then ducked into the hall, with Nemo following.

"You were chosen. For Darla Moorish."

Nemo frowned. He hadn't been expecting that. "Who's that?"

"My niece," He said it like one would say pus-filled blister. "My brother's daughter."

"Chosen for her? What does that even mean?"

"She is just like her father. Obsessed with science, but reckless and dangerous. Plus, she's only twenty, and highly inexperienced."

"So, what does she want me for?"

"Experiments!" He said exasperatedly. "That's all these stupid lab rats do all day. Experiments that lead to absolutely nothing."

"But why me? I'm not sick. Why go all the way to North America for one healthy person?"

He ran a hand over his face. "Because that's what PSWay does. They're ticked off at your father, so they take those who are closest to him. They punish people they don't like."

Nemo quickly stepped closer. "My father?" His voice was so fierce it surprised him. "What does my father have to do with this?"

"The Sydney incident," He answered shortly. "Can't get it out of their brilliant little brains."

"Can you please just explain everything to me?" He said, growing more and more impatient by the second.

"Long story short, your father figured out how corrupt PSWay was and recklessly but heroically exploded their old headquarters. Before your day."

Nemo's mind numbed. He shook his head, deciding this was a topic for later. "Okay, whatever. My dad's officially James Bond. But who is this Darla woman, anyway?"

"She experiments on people. Uses their blood for her own little inventions."

"What do you think she would use me for?" Nemo dared to ask, his voice quiet.

Gill didn't respond for a long time. "Who really knows? Could be anything from the fibers in your hair to your reactions to pain. All I know is, she's coming in two days, and her guinea pigs don't exactly get the royal treatment."

He nodded a goodbye and turned to leave.

"Wait," Nemo said. "Why are you working for these people? You don't seem to like them very much."

"I'm disgusted with them. Repulsed. But I'm the only reason they aren't torturing and hanging up every subject in this building like dead meat."

"Then why not turn on them? Make a difference? Free everyone in here?"

He might have smiled, that same slight upturn of the lips that seemed like the closest he'd ever worn. "That's what we'll be planning tomorrow."