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appalling!”
    “I read the file, sir.” She nodded, tears springing to her eyes at the memory. 
    Her survivor’s guilt was tremendous as she had spent the entire day at the hospital and had just gotten off duty little more than an hour before the building’s invasion and subsequent destruction. 
    She remembered clearly the events of that day. She and four other doctors worked to prepare the newest recruits, twenty children, for their exposure to the Infinite Serum. 
    The process was always the same.  The subjects arrived in the predawn hours at the hospital’s loading dock in one cargo-load.  Even as they were removed from the transport vehicles, they were immediately assessed for sustainability.  Those who survived transport were sent on to a thorough physical evaluation.  After passing the preliminary exam, the subjects were inked with a unique Meta number for cataloging purposes.   Once dosed, the subjects needed constant monitoring to see whether their bodies would reject the serum.  The first twenty-four hours were crucial.  Doctors, such as herself, worked in shifts to stay in constant contact with each subject’s assimilation progress.  Those who survived were branded with the infinite symbol and sent to the recovery wing of the hospital. 
    After the first week, the new metahumans were sorted.  Some stayed on and, depending on their age, began their training as cadets at the Facility.  Others were transported to another facility in the U.S. where Monarch conditioning began under the supervision of Senator Donovan Arkdone.
    After that fateful night in May, the entire Facility was in mourning for a week as every surviving metahuman, from the youngest cadet to the most seasoned instructor, worked tirelessly to locate the bodies of the fallen by sifting through the rubble piece by piece. Each grave was dug by hand. 
    The Director made sure the surviving metahumans knew exactly who to blame for the “senseless deaths.”  If there ever was a doubt as to the intentions of the “Original Three,” as they were known throughout the Facility, it was smeared red with the blood of those caught in the hospital’s annihilation.
    “We have a score to settle here, Kylie.   Not only must we avenge our murdered brothers and sisters, but we need to stop this faction from ever hurting us again.  Knowing our enemy’s weapons and how they plan to use them against us is essential.  You have been entrusted with the task of uncovering this intel and thus far, you’ve performed your duties with unilateral effectiveness.  Do not fall into that boy’s web of lies, Kylie Monroe.  You know who you are and what you stand for!”  His words resonated deep in the young metahuman’s heart. 
    “Yes, sir.” Kylie looked up to see Captain Rais, the senior instructor posing as her father, watching her from the far end of the living room.  His cold eyes narrowed.  He’d been listening the entire time.
    “Was there any further information you gathered that may be of use?  Did you learn what Evan was working on in the lab?” Williams took a slow, deep breath, the effects of the opiate forcing him to return to his chair.
    “No, sir.  He was very protective of his work.” Kylie’s eyes were locked on her sergeant.  They had many discussions of how much she should push Evan into divulging the nature of his research.  The secret had become a sore subject between them.
    “Sir, knowing my primary objective was to learn of his evolved gift, I have never found an opportunity where this secondary intel was going to be ascertained without jeopardizing my position.  Essentially, he allowed me to wash beakers for him.  That’s all.”
    “I see.”  Williams knew she was lying.  She was too clever not to have gotten at least a cursory understanding of Evan Winter’s work.   “Where is the boy now?”
    “Sir, he’s headed back to his family’s home.”  Kylie cringed.
    “You were to detain him for