Lazarus (Frost Stone)

[Vaelin]

Relocation

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The summery of what been classed as project Delusion. It has been some hours since the episode in the medical bay. Since then Clary and Quade had been removed from the room. Subject Seventeen had failed to regain consciousness since then. Subject thirteen seemed to have the same problem; however it was in the opposite spectrum of temperature. Not for the first time he began to resent his assignment and it had become apparent that Clary was to play a part in it. It wasn't merely simply because of convenience. He had reviewed the video logs of what had transpired in the room. She had touched him and he had failed to react in any negative way, however with Quade touching the younger. The man’s mood had changed as if someone had just pulled a trigger. But it was also the premeditated reaction before he had even entered the room somehow he had foreknowledge of his approach. The subjects expression had marked the man’s stance and he didn't wish to put himself at risk by testing it.. He entered in the last snippet of information that was needed. Clary was now transferred out of the squadron she was in and another was assigned to take her place. Though it would probably kick up a fuss, it was something he wasn't going to change any time soon. Clary processed a unique charisma that would hopefully prove vital to gaining S-17's cooperation. He got up from his desk and moved out through the door. Prior to reassigning Clary he had made arrangements for three bio-dome to be requisitioned. One suited to more arctic conditions, one to the desert and the last to mild climates. He had also made the arrangements for freighters to be used to transport the five people that they had recovered. He keenly hoped that they were worth this effort. Richard entered Clary’s room, finding her at the table reading her book once again, her initial reaction to him had been empowering somewhat. This time however it was rather lack luster. “Clary.” He said in way of greeting as he moved to sit down across from her.

Clary this time lacked the nervousness that had manifested before. Now she was just unimpressed with the man. Locking her and Quade in the room with the five subjects had been a stupid action in her opinion. “Sir.” The word came out curtly despite her attempts to bestow a more neutral tone.

Richard couldn’t help but smile to himself. He took a data stick and moved to slide it across to her. “Congratulations, you’ve been promoted. You’ve been assigned to project Delusion, effective immediately. Freighters will be here soon to transport the subjects; you’ll be going with them.” As always, his tone held no note that he’d be argued with. Orders were Orders.

Clary had at first wanted to argue the point, but she knew it was pointless. Her lips pressed into a firm line as she did her best to not voice her mind. She closed her book and set it onto the table while she positioned her hands out of sight. Under the table she clasped them together in a way to help repress her agitation. “Is there any particular reason? The agency has its own scientists and medical professional. I am not exactly academically qualified for this.”

Richard set his hands onto the table. “That can be taught. But I have observed that you process a charisma with people. An example, for instance, despite being in the room with him. You came away unharmed.” His voice trailed off being that he needn’t recite that sequence of events. “I know you wish to stay with your friends, but you’ll do better for what’s needed in helping us with this. I don’t wish to waste time on trying to find people he might trust. It was distinctively apparent that he makes his mind up before even meeting the people.”

She thought quietly to herself Good taste in people. She was quite pleased with herself when Richard showed no recognition of this being though, normally she was more transparent. “Very well. But I at least expect to be reunited with my squad when this has been concluded.” Though she did have the distinct feeling that this wasn’t going to be a quick assignment.

Richard nodded, though they both knew this wasn’t going o be easy. “You’ll likely be leaving within the hour. I would suggest packing your things and saying your goodbyes.” He stood up after delivering his last line. There was little else he would need to talk with her about. “Oh, one more thing. Don’t share any information about what happened.”

When Richard had left, Clary folded her arms on the table and rested her head down. This really wasn’t the best day for her. With the little sleep she had, now she had to pack as well, to serve somewhere undisclosed. For once she was starting to crave her previous mundane life. She lifted her head from the table and wiped her eyes willing her tears away. Getting up from the table she started toward the door only to fall up short. She wouldn't be able to say goodbye cleanly and they would know that this wasn't voluntary. She turned on her heel and drew the duffle bag from under her bed.

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