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4 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧:
A hand quickly flies out in-front of one of the guards as he stops in-front of a cell door—raising his eyebrows as he trails his eyes down the persons arm.
"Might want to let me handle this one." The man says as he pushes his hand up against the newbie's chest. "Not the subject you want to mess with."
The newbie only nods his head slowly as he backs away.
"Stay behind me." The elder warns as he reaches out to turn the knob.
The screeching of the metal door slides across the cold tile as the eldest guard creeps in slowly.
"Subject A-"
A sudden grunt leaves the man's lips as he doubles over—clutching onto his stomach.
"Sir!" The younger guard shouts as he quickly jumps to his side.
The subject quickly darts forward—taking the newbie's head into their hands. A quick grunt leaves their lips as the younger guard's head smacks the side of the door—making him fall onto the ground, unconscious.
Another pained groan leaves the eldest guard as he pushes himself back onto his feet—making the prisoner quickly snap their head back over to the enemy.
The teenager quickly tries to wrap their small arms around the guard's head—attempting to put him into a headlock as a sudden crackle sounds from behind the two, making one of them fall to the ground—twitching and groaning in pain.
"You guys really need to start sedating her before we bring her into the lab. I don't know how much more I can be a punching bag." The eldest guard pants out as he turns to look at the figure standing in the doorway with a taser gun.
"Get subject A3 to room 290." Janson orders as he sends the small brunette a smirk before turning in his heels to leave.
"God—" Blake pants as she grits her teeth from the pain. "That's gotta be...what...number—twenty now?"
