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"You can't run; you can't hide."Washington D.C.
August, 2008UNCLE Rummy sighed as he pushed open the door to a long hall that led to a lot of different rooms. At the very end of the hall, Vay could see the reflection of light on gold and became very interested in the shiny objects. But she knew better than to run off and look at it.
He'd driven her to a bank vault in the middle of the night. It looked abandoned on the inside but very nice on the outside. Vay didn't know why Uncle Rummy brought her here because she'd never been here in the past three years she'd been awake. Well, she guessed it had only been two years. But it was a little more than two years so if Vay counted correctly, she hadn't been here for the two and a half years she'd been awake.
Vay didn't know why Uncle Rummy decided to take her here today, but a part of her wondered if maybe– just maybe– she was going to go on a mission. Uncle Pierce took her to his office every six months or so and it was just enough to make Vay feel a little better but that couldn't possibly be enough.
She did suppose that Uncle Pierce tried his best. He let her play with the bad men in the place underneath the basement all the time, and she got to play with them as much as she wanted until she decided she got bored and took their light instead.
She hummed softly as Uncle Rummy steered her towards another door.
According to Uncle Rummy, she'd recently developed a very bad habit of talking and asking way too many questions—and having a strange attitude. She couldn't help it. Ever since she'd turned eleven she was having a harder time keeping her mouth closed and her thoughts quiet. She was just so interested in not just what things were but why things happened.
Why did Uncle Pierce need Papa as an asset and why did Papa have to go to cryostasis for so long? And when they gave her answers Vay wasn't satisfied. Papa could come out of the ice every month for a day and he wouldn't age fast enough anyway.
And world order– Vay felt like the world was already in order.
She didn't know but a deeper, conditioned part of her knew it was wrong to ask these questions.
So she only asked Uncle Rummy.
Sometimes he hit her for it or collared her to the ground. Most times though, Uncle Rummy was too exhausted to really care and just let her question things out loud in his apartment while he nodded his head absentmindedly.
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