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Never once in his life had he ever been spoken to with such fervor. This woman was truly passionate. Did she honestly believe that their kind would ever treated more than anything else other than products of science? Perhaps down here they treated each other as equals but on the surface it was an entirely different story.

He sat dumbfounded as she lectured him, there wasn't any logical response. What worried him more than being their captive was their willingness to accept him into their collective. Could they be offering something that The Government so openly denied him? Would it be that easy? He needed time to think on her statement. He could do no more than avert his eyes from her accusatory gaze, at this exact moment in time staring at the ground was far more comforting.
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Old 11-17-2012, 09:07 PM   #27
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Leah "Flit" Cross

Flit smiled with a grim sense of satisfaction when the red-eyed Officer looked down at the ground. The look her mother was giving her was one of warning, one that told her that all hell would break loose when they got home that night.

"After you've had some time to think about what I've said, and if you decide you want to know more, come and find me. I'll teach you the ropes." Flit offered, softening her tone slightly, before opening the door and walking out of the room.

When Flit reached the passages outside the Residence she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and fell back against the wall. That was one hell of an evening.

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The older woman shook her head and stared, dumbstruck, as Flit fled from the room.

"You'll have to excuse Flit, KC-847." She said in a calming tone, "She can be quite passionate at times... She really does only want the best for people though." She looked at him in a soothing manner.

KC-847 could only nod in response he was mentally exhausted, the recent turn of events were a shock to his system. The older woman sighed and stood up slowly after patting him on the shoulder, she didn't use her ability, it was a gesture of comfort, something he found entirely foreign.

"If you need anything Acumen is just outside here, he will be your escort." With that she left the room, A well built tall male Derivate walked in as she left. He gave him a confident grin, his eyes assessed him as if he were a small animal that needed to be put down.

"Well looks like I'm your babysitter, Officer." Acumen stated, the way he said officer sounded more like an insult than a mark of respect.

"Lucky me." KC-847 responded with restrained enthusiasm. Even with his abilites this Derivate would take more than a simple push to knock down.

"Oh and don't get any funny idea's, if you know what I mean" Acumem tapped his forehead then pointed to KC-847's head. So he was a mind-reader, with the neural inhibitor it blocked even his abilties to resist another Derviate and him being at such close proximity it would be difficult to formulate any plans of suicide. It seemed he had very little choice but to cooperate.

"I'm feeling hungry, I assume you people feed your prisoners, or do I need to hunt the vermin to get a meal?" He asked.

"HAHA, I like you, you got balls, you'll fit in here better than you think." He laughed deeply, his amusement only increased KC-847's discomfort. With an open hand gesture Acumen motioned to the open door. KC-847 eased of the medical bed feeling the dull ache of bruises from his previous engagement. He walked out the door with Acumem in tow, it was time to see how the other side lived.
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Old 11-18-2012, 04:23 AM   #29
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Leah "Flit" Cross

After her visit to the Officer in the Residence Flit decided that what she needed was a nice hot shower. It had taken her a while to peel her clothes of her aching body. Their little spar had taken a fair bit out of her- though she was pleased when she looked back at what she had achieved. What she wasn't pleased about was the deep gash on her thigh, and the tear in her leather pants that matched it.

The hot shower worked wonders on her sore muscles. After thoroughly drowning her body in the soothing stream she finally hopped out of the water and got dressed into the street clothes that she wore when she was up in the world.

Coming down to the Underground was a near-daily occurrence for Flit and her parents. For the better part of the daylight hours they would work in their various positions in Citizen society. After returning home from work they would head through a series of hidden vents and tunnels in their apartment building and journey to the Underground. In the afternoons, evenings, and on their days off they would often spend a fair amount of time in the darkness of the tunnels. The Underground couldn't rely on the skeleton staff that were able to remain in the tunnels, instead the bulk of their workforce and intelligence was thanks to those who lived above (both Citizens and Derivates) that risked themselves for their cause, coming down to help out however and whenever they could.

Today had been Flit's day off from her day job. Before descending she had the pleasure of getting into a massive argument with her parents over her role in the Underground. After a very long discussion they had come down and spent the day working for their preferred organisation. So for Flit, it had been a very long day.

As Flit pulled on the deep green sun-dress and black tie up sandals she let out a loud sigh of exasperation. If it were up to her she would never go back above. She didn't like being part of that society. She hated having to hide who she was and what she could do. She hated the flippant comments that her work-mates made about Derivates. Every time someone said something it was becoming harder and harder to resist punching them in the face. At least down here she could be herself, Flit, not Leah Cross the Systems Analyst from Administration.

After her shower Flit went along with her nightly ritual of going to the Mess Hall in the Residence for a late-night dinner. As she walked the familiar tunnels and drew closer and closer to the Mess she could hear the constant buzz of chatter that was typical background noise of that area. It was a place where people from every team would come and unwind from a shift before heading back up. She pushed the large double doors out open and took stock of the people in the room.

Shit. He was there. Seated at a table with Acumen and some of the others from various teams. When the doors opened everyone looked up to see who the newcomer was. Some of them gave her a faint smile before turning back to their food, others called out her name in greeting, but Hawkeye got to his feet and motioned for her to come over and sit beside him. At the same table as the Officer.

Flit thought about turning around and leaving. She wasn't so hungry after all. She really had no desire to talk to the Officer after the day they had. However, if she ignored Hawkeye's eager invitation she knew that he would call her out on it- and he would be likely to put it down to the fact that she didn't want to sit with the Officer. Perhaps he would laugh and say she was intimidated by him... It just wouldn't do.

Flit crossed the room, weaving between the tables and the long bench seats that her comrades were on. As she approached the table where both Hawkeye and KC-847 were, she tugged on the skirt of her dress, and wished that she had brought something a little less... casual, to change in to. When she sat down on the empty seat beside Hawkeye, he looked at her with an appraising smile.

"You're looking particularly lovely tonight." He said, with a slight nod towards her nearly-bare shoulders and well-rounded breasts.

"Shut it Birdy-boy." She hissed out of the corner of her mouth, reaching out and piling some food onto the plate in front of her.

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Acumen guided them through the underground headquarters explaining and pointing out various locations, being a mind-reader, he was answering KC-847's questions before he even asked them. It was becoming very frustrating, registered readers were not authorised to use their ability unless called upon, but down here they had no such restrictions. Acumen even had several one sided conversations with the others, they conversed as if it were completely normal.

Their headquarters were unlike anything he expected, being underground near the sewers he assumed that they were all living in makeshift hideouts sleeping in their own filth. It was nothing like that, the facility was almost as well equipped as his own headquarters on the surface; state of the art ventilation and environmental controls, modern medical equipment, fully stocked armory. What surprised him further however were the social areas, large dedicated zones had been allocated for what appeared to be families living there. Parents and their children played in an artificially created park as if there were no threat at all.

"Pretty impressive isn't it officer? You're surprised that a bunch of unregistered gutter trash has these kind of resources. Ya know your so called owners don't give you the whole picture, not all Derivates are out of control loons set on destroying the world, I mean I know there have been some incidents, and some slip ups, but on a whole we aren't that different from the citizens you so blindly protect." Acumen used finger quotes when spoke the word protect, he was mocking KC-847's whole existence. Before he could respond Acumen had already read his mind.

"Look I know they train you and beat you into submission, you don't even think you're human, we understand that, that's why we like to show all of our guests the facility. Just do me a favour okay? Keep an open mind." KC-847 stilled his mind, it was a challenge not to think anything but he tried. Acumen noticed and merely nodded. They walked further on and Acumen explained more about the facility, they steered clear of some areas which KC-847 assumed to be off-limits. A thought rushed into his mind before he could hold it back.

"So you're wondering if there are other converted officers down here? You're wondering if I'm gonna introduce you to some of your former brothers and sisters? Lets just say time will tell. Don't expect them to rush at you all at once, remember some memories are just too painful to revisit, you my friend are a reminder of a past long forgotten. Come on were almost at the mess hall, we don't serve that reconstituted over-processed crap they give you up there." Acumen led them to large room with many tables and chairs, many were taken but Acumen found them a spot next to a green-eyed male, KC-847 recognised him as one of the group that captured him.

"So you won the bet ah?" Acumen started the conversation before the male even spoke.

"That good ah?" Acumen responded again through silent communication. They shared a laugh. The green eyed male looked up at KC-847.

"The names Hawkeye, remote viewer, so how do you like the residence so far" The green-eyed male asked him.

"It's not what I expected." KC-847 responded evenly.

"You surface types always say that. We may be rough around the edges but we are still people, but hey I'm not here to convince you, the surroundings speak for themselves." Hawkeye explained happily. Acumen spoke before KC-847 thought not to respond to Hawkeyes assumptions surfaced.

"Lets get some food into you, you look like my cousin Rake, lets just say he didn't get his name for his abilities." With that Acumen directed his attention to the food on the table. The selection of food was unlike anything KC-847 had ever seen, unlike the condensed nutritional gel packs he was usually given, this food was solid, cooked and he hated to admit, smelt very appetising.

"Here these are my favourites, oh and these, you're gonna love this stuff." Acumen proceeded to fill a plate for KC-847, when he was done KC-847 looked down upon the odd shapes, textures and sizes of food on his plate. He frowned unsure what to make of it.

"Hey don't worry you can trust me on this buddy, its all good. Well unless you don't like your food with a bit of kick in it." Acumen winked after he spoke. KC-847 cautiously began consuming the food, KC-847 was shocked, the food was surprisingly good, well most of it. The small finger food had what Acumen had previously described as a kick most had more of a punch to the face. Both Hawkeye and Acumen laughed loudly as KC-847 tried in vain to extinguish the invisible fire that charred his tongue, Hawkeye offered him a drink of water to wash it down.

"Ah Acumen, you are such a mean bastard sometimes, but damn you always know how to bring out the laughs." Hawkeye joked. KC-847 did not see the humor, they had purposely allowed him to consume food they knew he would have very little tolerance for, even though it angered him slightly, the way they laughed seemed to lighten his mood slightly. They conversed for a few minutes more, talking about all manner of unrelated topics, no sensitive information of course. They even tried to include KC-847 in the conversation asking him odd questions in which every response was greeted with more laughter. Even though it frustrated him to no end , he didn't at all feel like a prisoner, they spoke to him like an equal, as if they weren't all Derivates in a secret underground facility hiding from The Government and just friends who met for lunch. A part of him felt very uncomfortable with the situation, did they really believe he could be assimilated into their culture so easily? He wasn't used to such friendly banter, he was far more accustom to being given orders and insulted on a daily basis. Strange as it seemed he felt more comfortable arguing with the young woman he'd first encountered. The way she so passionately scalded him seemed more at home. Just as he surfaced that thought. Acumen spoke up

"Speak of the little devil." He motioned his head toward the entrance. His mind was being read again. At the door of the mess hall stood the woman from before, but her transformation shocked him to the core, she was wearing a green dress that complemented her eyes perfectly and unlike her previous all purpose leather outfit this attire left little to the imagination. The Government put little effort into the sexual education of Registered Derivates so his knowledge was limited but seeing her there stirred unfamiliar feelings from within his gut. Hawkeye stood up and motioned her to join them. Acumen winked at KC-847 because yet again he had been reading his thoughts. She approached them but not before readjusting her clothing.

"You're looking particularly lovely tonight." Hawkeye said, with a slight nod

"Shut it Birdy-boy." She hissed out of the corner of her mouth, reaching out and piling some food onto the plate in front of her.

KC-847 stared at his food, strangely he found it difficult to maintain eye contact with the young woman in her new outfit. Even the food he had previously rejected seemed easier to stare at.

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Old 11-18-2012, 09:34 PM   #31
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"Oh Flit, why so nasty?" Acumen tutted upon hearing her shoot Hawkeye down. Flit looked up at him and couldn't help but let her eyes brush over KC-847.

"You got stuck on baby-sitting duties, eh?" Flit asked Acumen, ignoring his question. Acumen grinned and nodded his head towards the crimson-eyed Officer who seemed more than happy to stare at his half-empty plate.

"Hey Flit, KC-847 scrubbed up alright after giving you a beating. How'd you fare?" Asked Stealth, the security team's top telecoercionist. Flit glared at him.

"Fine actually." Flit lied, trying to ignore the way that the gash in her leg was stinging.

"How about your leg?" Acumen asked "I saw you limping as you walked in. That gash must be hurting like a bitch. Why don't you go and see Tinker about it?"

"Hey Acumen." Flit said with a sweet smile "Fuck off." Everyone at the table started laughing. Acumen often used his abilities to make people the butt of his jokes. Flit was used to it though.

"Awww, Flit my girl! What's wrong? Normally you're such a sweetheart!" Acumen said. "If I weren't mistaken I might actually think that something in the room has made you uncomfortable. It took you a while to decide to sit with us. Anything you want to share?" Acumen asked, the others looked at him eagerly, hoping that he would reveal her secret.

Flit could feel Acumen's energy pushing at the edges of her mind. She smiled wickedly and then begun to recall every detail about the birds she had seen. The deep black ravens with their glossy feathers and sharp beaks, a beautiful brown hawk she had seen on a school excursion when she was young. She recalled how the bird swooped down and snatched a mouse up with no effort, then imagined how it would look when it used its sharp beak to-

"Alright!" Acumen half-yelled. Everyone at the table let out a groan, knowing by Acumen's response that the game was up.

"Hey, you." Flit said, nodding at KC-847. He looked up at her slowly, tentatively, and she gave him a serious look. "If this arsehole gets too invasive, or if he feeds you the deviled chicken tenders again, just think of birds. Acumen is shit scared of them."

"FLIT!" Hawkeye hissed, elbowing her in the ribs, she ignored him. If Acumen could dish it out then he could also take it. Plus, if the Officer was there to stay then he would need a way to keep at least some of his thoughts private.

"It won't stop him if he is really serious, but it will make him think twice about using his abilities to be a prick." Flit winked at the Registered and then took a spoonful of food.

"He has a name, you know." Snapped Swipe. Flit looked at the woman dubiously. The younger woman glared at her with sharp blue eyes, her blonde hair tied back into a high ponytail.

"What, KC-847?" Flit snorted. "That isn't a name, it's a bloody designation."

"Who are you to determine what is fit to be a name and what isn't?" Swipe asked, Flit rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the swell of dislike for this macrokinetic.

"Fine." Flit said with a shrug. "Everybody else has two names. Why don't we give him one? Just for use while he is with us...." She looked at the others, "You know, to protect his identity and shit." Flit said. "I think Scraps is a fitting name for him. What do you think, Scraps?" She asked, looking pointedly into those unnerving red eyes.
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KC-847 concentrated on the remaining food while the others talked, two others further down the table joined their conversation. He ignored most of the chatter preffering to keep to himself but Flit garnered his attention with advice about avoiding mind reads and a possible name change. It would be much easier without the inhibitor but it was good to know there was an alternative. As she spoke he maintained focus with her eyes, they were full of determination and confidence, perhaps too much confidence. She assumed it was acceptable to rename him, his designation wasn't just a name, it was his identity, everything he knew was recorded in a file on The Governent's database with the name KC-847. To change his name was like being erased from existence.

With the new turn of events however he began to question his existence. He envisioned that when the COT finally discovered their underground lair they would force they way in and find a few frightened Derivates, starving, dirty and helpless. Some might fight but would be neutralised with ease, it would be an end to a disease that had plagued society for years. The truth was far from it.

They were trained and equipped, not by Government standards but that made them all the more dangerous, there was no limit to what they were capable of. The control chip inserted in the back of his head was not only an identification device like any ordinary citizen, it had a built in satellite locator, which did not function underground and psionic energy focus technology. In short it was designed to aid the Derivate in focusing their abilities to use them effectively, any young or inexperienced Derivate had a strong likelyhood of over exhausting their abilities and thus either killing themselves or others around them. It was the reason why The Government didn't place a great deal of resources on finding the unregistereds, they assumed that if any were to survive birth they would simply destroy themselves during the natural development of their powers. The control chip limited a Derivates abilities so that there was no risk of danger to themselves or others. None of the Derivates he had meet so far experienced any difficulties at all with their abilities and without the control chip there was no clear way to determine the limit of their capabilities.

He returned his thoughts back to the table. She stared at him intently waiting for his response. Despite her confidence she seemed to want his approval.

"Why Scraps?" He asked genuinely.
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Old 11-19-2012, 05:02 AM   #33
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Flit was taken aback by the Officer's eagerness to hear why she chose that particular name for him. Straight away she begun to feel a little bad. She had, as usual, spoken without giving much thought to the repercussions of what she wanted to say. However, as those intense crimson eyes bored into hers as all of her colleagues looked on she had no choice but to answer.

"Well... When we need to access the tunnels around the Nest we always carry a bucket of kitchen left overs with us to distract the mutant rats. We call it the scrap bucket..." The others looked at her, the laughter already lighting up their eyes. "And when I found you, you were facing the same fate as the scraps."

The whole table laughed uproariously at her insinuation, including snotty-faced, super serious Swipe (even though she tried to hide it). It took less than a second for Flit to feel awful for being so nasty and inconsiderate.

"No, no, no..." She said, motioning for quiet. When the laughter finally subsided she gave KC-847 an apologetic smile. "In all honesty it is because scraps of metal is what you used to give me my first ever injury in the line of action." Somewhat reluctantly, Flit got to her feet, the chair scraping against the floor loudly. She pulled up the hem of her dress slightly to show the tightly wrapped bandage beneath. "Acumen was right. It hurts like a bitch."

Flit looked back up at KC-847 again, hoping that he would forgive her for her flippant cruelty.

"Besides," Flit said with an innocent shrug of her shoulders as she sat back down. "We all have a nickname that we use in the Underground that is different from the one we use if we go above. It protects our real identities. If you ever plan on going back up there it would be best to start using a nickname ASAP- before these dunderheads here get a chance to memorise your designation."
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They laughed at his expense again. The constant humorous banter between them was being very tiresome indeed. Flit however tried to save face with another explanation, he could tell by the tone of her voice that she truly meant it, especially coupled with her lifting the dress and showing the large bandage covering the wound on her leg.

Upon seeing it, he felt something he never had before. Remorse. He genuinely felt bad for hurting her, even though it was his job, but seeing her and all the others in a new light opened his mind to different emotions. His training had taught him to remain ever vigilant in the line of duty, only think then do, never to feel. Perhaps his new designation might help him adjust to his new surroundings.

"Scraps it is, I guess." He said with resignation.
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"What?" Flit asked, jaw dropping open in surprise. "Seriously?"

She couldn't believe it. After the Officer's insistence on remaining passive and adhering to duty he was willing to take up the name she had offered him. Part of her thought that perhaps it was because she had just made a fool out of herself for showing her wounds to her team mates. She had no doubt that they would use it as ammunition against her for a long while. The other part of her realised that it probably had nothing to do with her at all.
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The rest of the meal progressed uneventfully. They chatted more about random nonsense that made little sense to him, for the rest of the time they seemed uninterested in his presence, that is until Hawkeye asked him a question.

"So Scraps, I think it suits you buddy." Hawkeye said patting him on the back. "What were you and your team doing near the nest? Does The Government enjoy sending you on suicide missions?" Scraps was about to tell him that the information was classified but then thought better of it. He wasn't divulging any top secret information by tell him part of his mission.

"A simple retrieval actually, we got reports of a Level 3 Telekinetic causing problems in the area. Government intelligence of this area is quite limited, we were unaware of the nest." Scraps responded.

"That sounds like Madcap , he just can't help himself, always going to the surface to gamble with citizens. We've tried for years to warn about openly using his abilities but he just doesn't listen, guess we'll just have to take away his surface privileges again." Swipe spoke up.

"Thanks for telling us Scraps, we know its hard to adjust to a different life, and I'm not saying you will but, part of that change is breaking out of your old life." Acumen joined in.

They resumed their previous conversations again, Scraps managed to finish the rest of his meal save the so-called deviled chicken tenders. After that he wasn't quite sure the protocol for being dismissed, luckily Acumen was reading his thoughts.

"Well I'm buggered, I wish you all a good night. Sorry Scraps, gotta escort you to your new quarters and make sure you're all tucked in for the night. Ready?" Acumen asked. Scraps nodded, he gave the group a quick nod and glanced at Flit, probably for longer than was required. She met his eyes briefly and gave him a small smile.

He followed Acumen back through the labyrinth of walkways and stairs to what was introduced to him as his new home. The door was solid metal and appeared to lock from the outside, everything he expected from a prison cell, however when Acumen opened the door the interior surprised him. A comfortable looking bed was situated and the edge of the room, a small set of draws had been placed at the end of the bed and an entertainment unit hung off the wall on the opposite side. Acumen showed him the washing and toilet facilities attached to the room and how to use the equipment.

"We don't treat our guests all that bad, eh Scraps? Ya know I like your new name, beats calling you KC-847 or officer all the time. Oh- and sorry about Flit. She jokes around a lot when shes nervous or angry about things. Shes pretty good at blocking her thoughts from me but I think that fight with you cut her a little more than just her leg. You have to understand, she's not used to loosing, even when she was young; it was like loosing wasn't an option for her. True it makes her reckless and downright crazy at times, but she always manages to get the job done. I think the duel you two had brought her back to reality. Nobody is invincible." Acumen explained openly. Scraps was taught that failure was not an option, he could relate to Flit's plight, the very situation he had found himself in was a testament to failure, not only had he not neutralised or even found the right Derivate.

"Oh, one more thing, Tinker asked that you see her again in the morning for a check up, so I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early." Acumen added before shutting and locking the door. Scraps laid on the bed and relaxed his mind, it was a lot to take in and he needed a good nights sleep to recover. He drifted into a long dreamless sleep.
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Shortly after Acumen led Scraps away, Flit’s parents walked into the Mess and made their way to her table.

“Looks like someone’s about to get a smack on the backside.” Hawkeye said in an annoying sing-song voice. Flit looked up to see her parents making their way over and groaned.

“Guess it’s time to head off.” She said, smiling at her friends in turn, before getting to her feet and making her way over to her parents before they could make it to her table and say anything in front of her buddies.

To her parent’s credit, they were terribly controlled and patient. They managed to wait until they had made the long, laborious journey back to their apartment before tearing her to shreds. Her mother had been quick to reprimand her not only for the failure to comply with orders and protocol, but her horrible attitude towards Scraps. Her Father had nodded and ahh-ed in all the right places as her mother spoke, and added that she needed to realise that she wasn't invincible.

As punishment, her mother- also known as Tinker- decided that Flit would have to let her leg heal naturally. Her mother said that it would teach her not to be so stupid in the future. Flit told her that if she hadn't ignored protocol Scraps would have been just that- scraps. Her mother chose to ignore that argument and Flit gave up. She threw her hands in the air and turned, high-tailing it to her bed for some much needed rest.

~*~

The following day another day off work for Flit and her parents. As such, they made the trip down to the Underground again in tense silence. After the incredibly unusual events of the previous day Flit was slightly worried about what this new day would bring. Would Post-Hoc assign her to do all the crappy duties as punishment?

The first few hours in the Underground went a fair bit better than Flit had dared hope. She spent the morning in training, sparring with her team mates and testing each other’s limits. Everyone was extremely pleased when she managed to teleport a small white mouse from her palm to its cage a several metres away, and have it still be alive at the other side of the jump. For teleporters, managing to teleport an object without going with it was a very difficult task, so this seemingly small achievement was a huge deal to Flit.

The fog of Flit’s happiness and misguided sense of normality was burnt away when Post-Hoc called her aside. She bit the inside of her lip as they made their way towards the lower levels of the Residence. She was expecting to receive a formal punishment or another telling off. What she got, however, was much more frustrating.

“Acumen needs to spend the afternoon with Divvy going over some new placements and plans.” Post-Hoc said. “So we have decided that it is your turn to baby-sit KC-847… Or Scraps, as you named him.”

Flit’s mouth fell open, dumbfounded, as she looked at her leader.

“There must be plenty of other people who are better able to guard him!” She argued, Post-Hoc shrugged.

“You are the one that raced into the Nest to rescue him, it is only fair that you take on part of the responsibility for keeping him in check.” Post-Hoc said with a nonchalant shrug.
“If I didn’t go down there he’d be dead!” Flit snapped angrily.

“Yes, and if we didn’t go down there you might be too!” Post-hoc barked. Flit’s hands clenched into fists and she took a step back, admonished. Post-hoc gestured towards the door and stepped back so she could pass. “Holding cell 6R. Perhaps while you are in there you can take some time to think about just how much better your punishment is than what you would have gotten if he had captured you.”

Flit hung her head as she walked away from Post-hoc and his sharp tongue. The slow march to the cells seemed to take a millennium, but that she was glad for. The last thing she really wanted to do was be stuck with Scraps in a cell for most of the day. Not only was guarding prisoners an excruciatingly tedious task, but the events of the previous day left her with no desire to speak to subject herself to his assessing red eyes again.

When she finally reached 6R she knocked on the door and waited patiently for it to glide open. When it did it revealed Scraps and Acumen in the middle of a game of chess. This Derivate really did like suicide missions- surely he could tell that a game of chess was impossible against someone who could read your mind.
“Post-hoc said you had other duties.” Flit said, ignoring the questioning look that the two males were giving her. “I am here to replace you for the time being.”

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Scraps woke in the morning to a loud banging on his door, he tried looked over at the entertainment unit for the time. It was already mid-morning. Never once had he slept in so late. His body felt the strain from the previous night and he groaned loudly as he barely managed to drag himself from the bed.

Scraps heard the external locks unlatch and Acumen stepped in, he looked well rested and greeted him brightly.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty, we've got an appointment to keep and Tinker doesn't like to be kept waiting." Scraps nodded and moved to stand.

"Whoa buddy, you better have a shower and change into some new clothes, you're starting to look and smell like rat shit." Acumen added. Scraps lifted his arm to take a whiff, the stench from the night before assaulted his senses. Scraps made his way to the shower unit, stripped off and began cleaning himself. Acumen had left the room for his privacy and so Scraps proceeded to raid the draws at the end of the bed for some new clothing. It wasn't a prison uniform but he was getting less surprised by the unexpected. He put on a simple black shirt and blue jeans, a casual outfit he would have never worn before.

Acumen and Scraps made their way to the medical unit where Tinker was just finishing up with another patient, upon seeing their arrival she motioned them to enter.

"So, how are you feeling today?" she asked. It was odd that a microkinetic would ask when they could just touch and find out, perhaps this was yet again another odd ritual down here.

"Well and fit for duty ma'am." he responded. She smiled at him warmly

"We'll see." She returned. Tinker placed her hands around his head and stared directly at him, she had the same colour eyes as Flit, it was slightly unnerving seeing them on another but they held less of the determination and more calculated concern.

"Well your internal injuries are healing quite well on their own, let check your chip." She moved her hands to the back of his head over his control chip.

"The adjustments are still correct, how are you feeling?" she asked again

"Adjustments?" he responded with another question.

"Yes, when you arrived I disabled the locator, power control unit and kill switch." she responded.

"Wait, without the power control chip, I could accidentally kill myself or someone else" he warned.

"You'll just have to learn to control you abilities they old fashioned way my dear. Besides with the neural inhibitor on right now you should be fine." she explained.

"Right... okay. What's the kill switch?" he inquired further.

"Ah, The Governments little insurance policy. If any one of their Derivates goes off the grid for longer than twenty four hours the kill switch embedded into their chip shuts down their central nervous system, effectively killing them. We had a few incidents a while ago with others like you, but we've learned most of what The Government doesn't want you to know." she explained with slight concern in her voice. He nodded in response.

This news was a slight shock to him, why had trained them to commit suicide in the event of capture if they already had a kill switch in place? Did they truly believe that Derivates were not competent enough to complete the task? For the first time ever he was angry at his owners.

"They really are arseholes, but at least your starting to see it Scraps." Acumen spoke up from the background, most likely reading his thoughts.

"So I hear you have a new name?" Tinker continued the conversation while she worked.

"Yes, Scraps. Flit thought it to be an appropriate designation, I mean name." he responded.

"Flit gave you the name? Interesting." she commented. "Everything else checks out, don't over exert yourself physically and you'll be fine." She concluded.

Acumen escorted them to the mess hall again where they sat down for breakfast. This time he wasn't introduced to anything he could stomach and enjoyed yet another solid food meal. The hall was mostly empty this morning and Scraps wondered where the rest of them were.

"They're out training at the moment." Acumen answered his question

"Tinker seemed taken aback that Flit gave me my new name. Why is that?" he asked before Acumen could read him.

"Giving someone a name down here is a big deal. Both for the person receiving and the person giving. It usually happens between two people who know each other well or family. Tinker was taken aback because she had probably just finished reprimanding her for risking her life to save you. Perhaps shes worried that the two of you are getting too close." Acumen explained.

Was Acumen right? He did feel an odd connection to this girl he had only just met, was it the adrenalin of the night that was playing with his mind? He decided not to dwell on it, mainly because he wasn't sure about anything anymore and because a mind reader was sitting right across from him. When they finished breakfast Acumen escorted him back to his quarters, he asked if Scraps wanted to play a game of chess, he was about to argue the pointlessness of the game against him decided that it would be a good chance to practice blocking out his thoughts.

Scraps was five games to zero when Flit interrupted them, apparently Acumen had to go and she was his replacement baby sitter.
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Flit moved aside so that Acumen could leave the room. When the door shut behind him Flit held back her sigh and looked over at Scraps sitting quietly in front of the chess board.

"I see Acumen roped you into a game of chess... how was it going before I interrupted?" She asked. At least Acumen unknowingly gave her a conversation starter. Without that chess board she would have just been standing there quite awkwardly.
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"I'm loosing, but I suppose that is to be expected, still I think I'm getting better at picturing small avian creatures with large beaks, I think I might have won this current game. So what does my new escort have planned for me today?" He asked. She was wearing a fresh set of leather clothing again, similar to the ones he first met her in, it made conversing with her much easier without the distraction of too much skin.
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"Yes..." Flit said sardonically. "Acumen does have a way of picking the games that suit him best. Though I am glad to hear you've taken my advice on board." She said with a satisfied grin, pleased to know that he hadn't been ignoring her the previous evening.

Flit walked over to the chair that Acumen had vacated and plonked down on it. She peered over the chess board and assessed the situation.

"Sorry I interrupted the game," Flit said with an appreciative whistle "you might've actually had a chance." She sunk back in her chair and lifted her legs up, resting her calves on the edge of the table and crossing her legs at her ankles, wincing as the gash in her thigh smarted. "And also sorry to say that I don't have anything planned for you- I didn't even know I was coming here today. Post-hoc pulled me out of training just after I-"

Flit stopped rambling when she realised that Scraps was just staring at her. She sighed again.

"Maybe we could go for a walk down to the river..." Flit mused. That would be a good place to take him She assumed that Acumen had already given him the grand tour of the Residence's facilities and was trying to think of somewhere else they could go. "Right, that is as good an idea as any." She said, teleporting so that she was standing on her feet next to her now vacant seat. She quickly reached over the table to the small screen that was on the wall and brought up the keyboard. Gone for a walk to the river. Flit. she wrote, just in case someone came looking for them.

"Lets go!" Flit said.

She turned and begun to walk out of the room, assuming that Scraps would follow her. After they had walked down a few of the maze-like holding zone corridors she turned and looked at him.

"Have you got any questions or anything?" She asked, "This whole thing must be a big shock to your system."

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"Well firstly I guess I should apologise for the leg, it looks painful." He felt genuinely bad now for injuring her. She had after all saved him from the mutant murderous rats. Somehow talking to her one on one made it easier to come out and say some things

"Also I think I should thank you for saving my life. We aren't taught to help each other in combat situations, only to complete the task." He explained. Her slight limp reminded him again of her leg.

"Have you asked Tinker to take a look at it? Or is she too mad at you for saving me?" He inquired.
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Flit laughed at the suggestion.
"I have no intention of asking Tinker to fix my leg for, and she has already told me not to bother- she won't be helping me." She tried to keep her anger out of her tone, but wasn't sure that she had actually managed it. "It really isn't too bad though, I swear." She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Now that he had acknowledged and apologised for her injury she was happy to forgive him- he had been acting in self-defence (even if it was misguided).

"And Tinker isn't mad at me for saving you..She is mad at me for disobeying protocol and taking risks." Flit decided that she should at least be fair to her mother, she didn't want Scraps thinking that she was a horrible woman. As they approached the junction that marked the end of the Residence Flit gestured to the darkest of the five tunnels. "Just down there. It gets pretty steep, so just watch your step."
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"As long as there aren't any mutant rats down there I think I'll be fine." he answered. She smiled at his spontaneous banter.

Scraps followed Flit as she delved deeper into the network of tunnels, she was right about it being steep, they could only move at a snails pace to prevent falling over.

"So, what's going to happen with me? How long does it take until you determine my worthiness of joining your group? Do I need to pass a test of sorts?" he asked. It was common for registered Derivates to undergo multiple tests to determine still level and competency.
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"How long is something I can't tell you." Flit said, dividing her attention between the treacherous mossy path and her charge. "That will depend on a lot of things. And as for tests? We don't really do tests down here. If you want you will get the chance to train with us and get used to life here before they really think about assigning you. When Halt thinks you're ready, and when you feel confident, you will be able to talk to Divvy about being assigned to a team."

Flit stopped talking for a moment as she concentrated on staying upright. Her thigh was starting to hurt quite badly due to the nasty incline, and she had to be very careful about what she was doing to avoid slipping over.

"As far as the inhibitor goes, you will have to wait until we are convinced that you won't top yourself- or us- to get that removed. That will be up to Acumen. Even though it's invasive, he'll be checking up on you now and again to see how you're going." She explained matter-of-factly. "I know that it probably seems a bit daunting at the moment, but there are heaps and heaps of our people who used to be Registered and in service of The Government."
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Scraps followed Flit further on deeper through the tunnel, he almost slipped a few times himself and he didn't have an injured leg.

"Who are Halt and Divvy? Are they your supervisors? Is Tinker also your supervisor? Is that why she was angry with you?" he asked
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Flit couldn't help but smile at the rapid string of questions. The flat-toned and basic responses of the previous evening had concerned her; she was hoping that this wasn't the way he would always be. Down in the Underground you were allowed to, and even encouraged to ask questions- where as up above The Government stamped that out of you. It pleased her to see that he was capable of inquiry, it was a promising sign.

"Tinker? My supervisor? Bloody hell- you have no idea how happy I am that she isn't. Tinker is my mum. I report to Post-Hoc." She gave him a moment to let this sink in, and to concentrate on the last slope before they reached the banks of the river.

"Divvy is one of the two leaders of the entire Underground- she is a really powerful pre-cog." Flit explained.

One thing about the river was that you could hear it well before you could see it. Flit had been able to hear the dull sound of water rushing through the caverns for a while, now they were so much closer it was significantly louder. They turned the final turn and were now at the end of the tunnel which led to the river. Thankfully for Flit, this last tunnel was as level as they came- no more steep descents that would make her legs quiver.

"And Halt is in charge of training- he is a telecoercionist.... Look, here we are!" Flit said the last part somewhat excitedly as they crossed from the darkness of the entry tunnel into the artificially lit underground cavern.

The cavern that held the river was huge- it took at least half an hour to walk from one end to the other. The floor of the cavern was made of dark golden sand which slowly settled into the dirt of the river bed. The water itself was a deep blue, and flowed in a steady stream across the cavern. There was about fifteen meters from the edge of the cavern to the where the water was currently lapping at the sand, and at high tide that distance would lessen to ten meters. There were already several people here, swimming in the water and relaxing.

Flit looked at the pretty and unusual sight for a moment before she turned to him with a grin.

"So, what do you think?" She asked.
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For the last two days his mind had been overloaded with surprise after surprise, yet again he stood dumbfounded in awe of the cavern that housed the underground river. Even on the surface a place like this was rare and sought after by many citizens.

"Wow!" was the only response he could manage to her questions. He watched other underground residents swim around in the deep blue water, casually entertaining themselves. Around the cavern they had erected artificial lighting giving the whole area a mystical glow.
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Flit laughed at Scraps' reaction.
"So, you are amazed huh?" She said, smiling up at him and taken up his awestruck face. "This has to be my favourite place in the entire world. Hawkeye and I come down here whenever we get a chance, which unfortunately isn't that often- they keep us pretty busy."
Flit fell silent for a moment and watched the various people splashing about and enjoying the refreshing water. The soreness of her thigh and the ache of her muscles from her earlier training session made her wish that she could join them.
"Hey Scraps?" Flit asked slowly, "Wanna go for a swim?"

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"Swim? I'm not sure my clothing is appropriate for swimming." He answered. He wasn't sure why she wanted to swim, was this perhaps a test of his abilities, if so he wasn't concerned, swimming was skill all registered Derivates knew.
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