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[The device crackles on, and a young blond with a scar running down one side of his forehead comes into view. He might look like someone already here--one Alex Summers. But this? Isn't the one already existing.

This one? Looks more than a bit annoyed, but he’s attempting to control it. The muscles in his jaw flex as he presses his lips into a thin line. Once or twice he nearly talks, but stops himself, as if he’s rethinking what he was about to say.

Alex knows the consequences of flying off the handle. It’s happened before; it’s gotten others hurt.

He’ll keep this short, and to the point. Because that’s what he does.]

Look, I don’t know if Genero is running this show or not; I don’t care. I’m tired of the bullshit, and I just want answers.

[He holds up a black mask.]

And this? I’m not wearing this again.

[He tosses it down, then leans forward slightly. There are more troubling things to deal with, than a damn mask. Like after a quick survey of the room, he didn't see Sean, Teddy--any of the others. Maybe he missed them, but he has a sneaking suspicion he didn't.]

I want to know where the others are, and I want them awake.

We’ve been dreaming long enough.

[And as he reaches out for the device, he mutters under his breath, softly]

This is bullshit.

[The feed ends.]

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...hate to say it, but I'm used to it, by now.

[Alex threads his fingers through the kitten's fur.]

Bozo. After a guy I know.

Nice name.

So...kidnapping is sort of a common thing with you?

It's just a name.

[He probably should have given his code name--but it probably isn't worth it. Maybe.]

Not really--but I spent the past four months being experimented on. Figured this might just be a continuation of that.

Experimented?

Tell me you mean that in some melodramatic, college study sort of way.

No.

[Sorry, he isn't always one for a lot of words. And he honestly wished he could tell her otherwise.]

Why?

I don't know why. We never got a good explanation. There was all this bullshit about a king and a queen, and some punk ass kid...but we never got a good answer.

Probably because there is no good answer.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry for something you didn't do.

[Seriously.]

Well, I'm not exactly gonna be happy about it.

I'm not saying you should be.

[He shrugs.]

Just--can't control things that you had no apart of. Only be sorry for things you could have fixed.

Fuck the rest.

I already am. Believe me.

...sorry.

[He shrugs, giving Bozo a few pets before finding a place to sit down.]

I'm not much of a people person.

[She bites back the sarcastic 'no, really?' on the tip of her tongue]

...it's alright. I'm sure this whole situation isn't really helping things.

No it's not.

[A shift of subject.]

You got any people here?

I've found a couple of my teammates so far, actually. [And one person she'd rather have not found] And it sounds like more of us are around as well.