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"What?! N-No! I wasn't implanted with anything!" Scorpion insisted, horrified. Oddly, she seemed more scared by this than by most anything else so far. "No!!"
"Correct, but you were injected, right? Or perhaps you were exposed to mutagenic gases? Either way, there is a nanobot in you right now, and it's been collecting data on you this whole time."
Scorpion was taking shaky breaths, still denying the fact to herself. "No! You're lying!"
"S-so we just don't go to the HQ! That's all!" Laura said.
"What does this all have to do with moving Gracie?!"
"What the hell is that?!" Scorpion said, automatically fearing the worst. Though she had no idea what it was.
"Th-that's like the thing... that was on Milena!! Mew no, not you!! Please!"
OOC: Our two groups met up at Genesis Industries, which was secretly controlled by the Project. Uh, then, after a few changes to the roster, they all headed back to the old house. Gracie broke a few limbs attempting to turn in the hall. Someone warped the house into what is practically a giant, metal box. It's a trap!
The idea is... Crap, I forgot it.
"Not quite. Unlike the previous version, this completely overtakes both body and mind, allowing a remote operator to control the wearer."
"You all were meant to escape, you see? We needed data on how you work, and it's so much better when your experiences are not simulated, because, then, you undergo events we might not have thought to include. Sure, the data might not have all the pretty constants of 'good science', but I don't like them. To ensure you'd stay on the run, we put theleast-capable person in charge of the Hunters. That's you, Ozias. Didn't have any idea you were being used, huh? Well, you've proven yourself far more capable after betraying us, so that's something." 'Helen' paused to take a breath. "Okay, so, I bet you're wondering who I am, right?"
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