After we submitted, we were placed into the back of a containment truck and hauled off. They had gassed us both and I woke up in a cell, without Winter.

I sat up on the bed, the walls were white. I was wearing white. I hadn't been wearing it before.

I pulled my legs under me to sit cross legged, my back to the wall. I started my wait.
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I didn't have to wait long before the door opened, revealing a man with a food tray.

I stared at him emotionless glare, he scurried out quickly.

A woman replaced him, she had red hair. She seemed familiar, oddly so.

I gave her the same glare, she wasn't phased. "Your dog has a few issues," she informed me.

My expression didn't change. "The director is contemplating on putting it down," she told me nonchalantly, glancing through a file she'd brought with her.

I narrowed my eyes at her, clenching my fists. A simple, "Nyet," (No) left my lips.

She looked back up at me, slightly surprised. My glare turned harsh as she met my eyes.

"Not my decision soldat," (Soldier) she told me, looking back down at the file.

I silently stood up and practically flew across the room, pinning her to the wall by her throat with my metal hand.

I leaned down, "Make it your decision malen'kiy pauk," (Little spider) I said quietly into her ear.

The door flew open and another gun was pointed at my head. "Let her go," it was a simple command.

I could see the dirty blond man, he had been one of the bound six at the base. He had a black eye and a bandage over his nose.

He cocked the gun, "I won't ask again, drop her," he demanded.

I slowly released her throat and let my hand fall to my side, taking a step back.

The man snatched her arm before disappearing from the room.

I returned back to my place on the bed, ignoring the food from earlier. I put my back to the wall as I started my wait again.