Hunger

Freedom

Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free.
The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me.
Don't let it get you down, you're the best thing I've seen.
We never found the answer but we knew one thing;

We all have a hunger.

. . .

He only gave her one passing look, but he was able to recognize the spark of defiance in her eyes.

Zero wasn't actually planned to overlook the new recruits today, but he had been bored and terrorizing the newbies did wonders for his mood. But then he saw her standing in the line of less enthused Reploids. To say that she looked out of place would have been a mass understatement. The rest of the Reploids were generic models, meant to be shoved down an assembly line and brought out to the masses in droves. But this Reploidic woman was individualized- unique. Her long brown hair reached well further than her back and had been meticulously braided back to prevent stray hairs from going into her face; her eyes were shaded a darker green, and oh how they looked like they wanted to prove someone wrong.

The more he looked at her, the more Zero decided that something was wrong with her... or him. Truly curious, Zero started to make his way up to the observation room for further questions.

"Mister Zero, thank goodness." the tester greeted upon seeing Zero arrive. "Come look over this paperwork for me, would you? It needs to be looked over by a higher ranked Hunter, approved, then sent to the commander for confirmation."

"I'm not here to approve your papers, I had a question." the red Reploid dismissed.

"S-sure. What did you want to know?"
"There is a Reploidic woman who was in line during the 1:30 PM recruit lineup." Zero idly said, thumbing through the rather impressive stack of recruit forms. "You know, the lineup that's right outside the window there. She's the one with the long brown hair and green eyes."

The tester looked at Zero for a moment (unsure of where he was going with this) and looked out the observation window, almost instantly spotting the Reploid Zero was speaking of.

"What about her?" questioned the tester as he looked back at Zero.

"I want to know her model number." Zero mused as he just now started to go over the paperwork anyway. "Do you have it offhand?"

"4N3 #001B." the tester replied without so much a second glance. That was when Zero looked up and gave the other Reploid a funny look.

"She's part of the Adam and Eve Reploids?" the class S Hunter then questioned. "Why is she here instead of with her twin?"

To this, the tester Reploid just shrugged. "She was part of the first Adam and Eves, she might not need to be within a 100 meter radius of them."

"Is it possible that her twin has been indisposed?"

"Nah, all Adam and Eves go nuts when their twins die- no exception."

Thinking about this, Zero then looked back at the female Reploid, still diligently waiting in line as the instructor filled her and some others in on the training regimen. She looked determined- the same kind you receive when you're trying to prove something (or someone) wrong. It gave Zero an idea.

"I want her separated from the others." Zero then instructed the tester. "Tell her that her training has been relocated to Room 610."

"But sir, training rooms 600 and above are reserved for S Class Hunters."

Zero turned to the tester and gave them a rather blank expression. It was enough to intimate the tester into submission.

"W-what time?" the tester then asked; their fingers nervously starting to hover over the keypad for instruction.