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silent. She thought of the Dem in the main hall, the fluid way all of them seemed to move. She glanced over her shoulder. Farran's eyes fastened on her. His movements were not the only thing that seemed predatory. She jerked her eyes away.
                  The scanner on the wall next to the doorway let out a soft purr, as it accepted her hand print. She stepped through the doorway, and immediately sighed at the warmer air. She turned to see Farran watching her. She ducked her head, sensing his attention was not a good thing. She felt it when he looked away.
                  She led the way down the narrow hallway. With the Dem behind her, the space seemed smaller. The back of her neck tingled from the weight of his gaze. She slouched, as if it would relieve the pressure. It only made him seem larger.
                  "The doorway is ninth on the left," he suddenly spoke. It made her jump.
                  She looked at him and nodded. "Thank you."
                  He did not reply.
                  She pressed her hand to the panel next to the door, almost used to the stretch of her fingers. She hurried into the main hall the moment the door opened, the larger space momentarily taking the edge off her tension. She paused and scanned the room. At least twenty doors lined the far wall. She felt the gaze of several dozen people, as she counted the doorways.
                  A soft sound from behind her broke her concentration. She looked at the table closest to her. Three Dems stared at her with obvious interest. She watched their gazes move past her to Farran, then back to her. The spark of curiosity increased.
                  "We are late." Farran's voice made her jump.
                  The watching Dems appeared very interested in the conversation. Her gaze touched on each one, never lingering long. The darkness moved in their eyes, something hungry and feral. She fought the urge to cringe away.
                  "Now," Farran hissed from behind her.
                  Sarah jerked and stepped forward. She avoided the curious Dems, weaving through the tables to the opposite side of the room. Run. The urge to obey her mind was almost overwhelming, but somehow she knew it would be the worst kind of mistake. She fixed her eyes on the door and kept her pace quick, but steady.
                  Farran was silent behind her, as all of the Dems in the room seemed to follow their progress. Their combined gazes were almost a weight. The ninth door held a small sign. Sarah glanced at it, and let out a relieved sigh. Kitchen. She pulled open the door and stepped inside, vaguely aware of Farran closing it behind them. Her heart pounded in her ears.
                  "I am not sure how long you will survive here," he said offhandedly.
                  She turned to look at him, eyes wide. "What do you mean?"
                  He gave her a dark look. "I need to start my kitchen duty." He brushed past her.               She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her heartbeat settling to normal. He was her responsibility. Hers alone. After a moment, she followed him.
                  "You want to explain to me why you're late?" a voice yelled from somewhere out of sight.
                  She broke into a jog. She entered the store room in time to see the lead supervisor approach Farran. The Dem had almost a foot on the human, but Keane held an electroshock gun. He fired the weapon, and she tried not to wince. His lips curved into a cruel smile as Farran stilled, the metal darts puncturing him in the side. He slowly turned his head to look at the human.
                  Sarah's eyes widened at the expression of sudden fear on the supervisor's face, all of the bravado vanishing in an instant. As she approached, Farran took a step toward