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Chapter 4 - Chapter 3; Stripes, Part 1.

17 hours, 22 minutes and 12 seconds before her next surgery was due to commence. Subject 000 lamented her case of impatience, it would not be beneficial to itch about and get herself into trouble.

So the novel Harry Potter sat in her hands, having read it several times before in the past was another thing to lament, but she would make due with this for now. The information she had gathered with the help of the ants gave her the edge she needed to plan out the finer details of her escape. She now had the guard's patrol patterns memorized as well as their respective shifts and the sectors they would be covering and when. The man with the Slim eyes was unaware of that fact for now, she would do everything in her limited power to make sure that should this become known, her escape would be one hundred percent guaranteed. Nothing less.

It would still be some time before her surgery was due to commence. She could endure the torturous treatments until the time comes, which was now seeming ever closer. The Man behind the window had been off her trail for a small while now, though it would not be of any concern otherwise, it bothered her a great deal. So much so that she shivered just the smallest bit. She willed a small squadron of her miniature soldiers up into the vents to keep watch of the man.

The doctor in question was slaving away on his computer, managing information and sorting through documents and other questionably legal terms and such things. Science never sleeps, they say. Although caffeine was supporting the man from toppling face first into his keyboard, his baggy eyes floated between the realms of sleep and reality. The vents were still and silent, but the ants marched on in silence into the man's room. They crawled along the ceiling and hid in spots that they could see the entire room from, and began relaying what they were seeing back to the colony so Subject 000 could be informed.

As a man of science, Dr. Warne was utterly devoted to his work, that also meant many sleepless nights as a working scientist. Naturally, this also meant that sleep was not a big part of his week, or his month for that matter. It was an occupational hazard. Dr. Fuyomi slid open the door and sighed at the man.

"You really should consider getting some more sleep, its starting to affect your work, doctor." He chided lightly, moving to put off the monitor.

"Kanrou, I'm in the midst of a breakthrough." He swatted his hand away, and continued his work. He truly was as well, the final strand of his most prized subject's DNA was almost mind-numbingly close to being complete, so close he could almost reach to grasp it. Although, that could have been several days without sleep talking.

"You said that last week and the week before that one too." He continued to scold his mentor, putting away some case files and reports. "I worry for your health, you know."

"Your worry is appreciated but unnecessary, your own work should be your only concern." He icily replied in his usual dry monotonous grumble. He was concerned with results, not much else other than figuring out what his subjects were possibly going to transmogrify into next, if at all.

Kanrou suspected that he was being true to his word, seeing as he would not have ended up in his office working for weeks at a time, he supposed that keeping his work up would keep him motivated. So it would be fine for a while only if he took breaks in between shifts. Now it was a matter of getting him to agree to those terms-

"Leave me Kanrou, I'm trying to do my work in peace." He duly ordered, his fingers clacking away on the keyboard. The younger man caved and left his office, deciding that it perhaps was not worth the effort. It was quite disheartening however, seeing once a brilliant man waste his life away on a goal he may not even live to see at this rate. A shame, to be sure, but not one he could bring himself to care much for. The sentries that were watching however, saw a different story unfold. Subject 000 sat in the chair by her desk and looked into the glass of her forimcarium, pondering the information she had just received.

If she had interpreted everything correctly then it could have meant that the Slim eyed man and the Man behind the Glass were in a small dip in their cooperation. This could be very beneficial to her plan and how it may go forward from this point on. Of course, she would have to now assume that they both had suspicions of her escape, so she needed to work around that premise and find a counter solution. Easier said than done, though arguably easier, given her new source of intelligence.

Now her only grievance, once again, was with time. 13 hours, 56 minutes and 24 seconds until her next surgery. She would use that time to strategize, and when the time came she would begin the first phase of her plan.

Time flew like a fighter jet after that, and she could now smell the methanol in the air, and as she lost feeling in her limbs she felt the all too familiar dread from past experiences bubbling to the surface. Once she was sedated, the doctors came into the room and carefully lifted her onto the gurney. The sweet smell that usually accompanied the aroma of methanol was once again absent, meaning that they wanted her awake once again for this surgery. Good, this played right into her plans. Now her plan can finally begin.

They wheeled her off into the familiar bland, drab hallways that made up the most of this facility, as she had recently learned from her drones sweeping constantly. She would wait until they were in the operation room to test her control of humans.

That time was fast approaching her. She would have to make her control, rather her theoretical control was subtle enough that the other doctors would not take notice of anything. That in itself was a bit easier said than done, though if she managed to pull this off then her plan would be set in stone. They finally arrived at the surgery room, where the doctors set her down onto the surgical bed, attaching the various valves and pipes into the junctions housed in her flesh. They had already begun siphoning the blood from her veins, running it through multiple complex filters that were running in and out of her body.

She looked over at the window, and she didn't see the Man behind the Window wasn't there at the moment. Good, now she could focus wholly on her objective. her eyes blitzed toward the closest doctor to her left, who had already picked up a scalpel. She imagined grasping onto the unsuspecting woman with an evanescent hand, willing her to comply to her whims. She seemed to stiffen a little, before relaxing her shoulders slightly. Now that she had established "control" over the woman, she willed her to go about her business and continue with the surgery as planned. She hadn't accounted for the fact that she would have to order the now misty eyed woman to continue the surgery, however. She wanted to recoil and curl up in an attempt to escape this trauma she constantly had to go through.

The unconscious thought had unwittingly urged her newest drone to take marshal action, the scalpel being flung outward in a wide, clumsy arc. It met it's mark however, the closest doctor receiving it in his now blood stained retina. He floundered around in agony and fell to the floor, and the eyes of the subject in the medical bed found themselves wide as the window now splattered with red. This was NOT according to plan, but if not now then she may not get another chance. Her drone responded to her silent command ad removed the valves and pipes from her back, instead putting her on a gurney.

The sliding ballistic glass parted way for the subject and her servant, who switched on the sector alarm in order to draw attention away from them. A bead of sweat rolled down her face as her mind processed the madness going on around her. Sirens blared like booms of thunder and flashing red lights threatened to blind her. She needed some sort of vehicle to get out of this place with-

"Halt! All subjects and medical personnel need to return to their quarters immediately!" The foremost of a squad of four men commanded, all armed and firearms trained on them. The panicking subject willed her control to spread through the hall in a do-or-die attempt, which left her breathless as they slowly put their guns down and formed a perimeter around her, as per her command. The stray doctor was sent off to cause some damage at the central generators.

This was her plan. Find a crack in their defense, exploit them, and tear down this accursed facility all in one sweep.