[Two Days Later]
I watched as the Mobile Task Force entered the front gates. Four of them were in full gear, ready for combat. But the last one wasn't with the task force. It was an older female with grey hair, maybe about 60. I looked to the folder I held in my hands. I had written down absolutely everything the person taking over my facility would need to know. MY procedures, MY methods, and most importantly... the unique ways to calm the residents. I gave off a small chuckle as I noticed how large the file was. As the task force stopped in front of me I noticed the insignia on their shoulders.
Me: "Ah. Alpha 1... Under normal circumstances I would like to sit and talk with you about a few reports I've read. However I doubt you're here to talk."
Male: "Dr.(L/N), you've been summoned by the council. We're here to escort you to-"
Me: "Please. Do not lie to me, it's insulting."
I sighed.
Me: "You're taking me to Site-17 for containment. The O5 and I have spoken before about what would happen if they decided to remove me from this facility."
The soldier hesitated a moment.
Male: "That is... That is correct. I hope this won't be a problem."
Me: "It won't. But I have a request."
He nodded, telling me to continue. I looked to the female, supposedly my replacement.
Me: "This folder contains all of the information about all of the residents here. Please read it carefully."
Female: "I've read their files, I don't think I'll-"
Me: "There are things in here other then information about them. Contrary to popular belief they have preferences and things they dislike. Please be careful of 953... and don't tell any of the children that I've been removed. Just tell them I'm on a business trip or something. Especially 239, under no circumstances are you to tell her I have been relocated."
She nodded as I handed her the file.
Me: "Please... Take care of them."
[Time Skip]
I sat in the blank humanoid containment cell and stared at the wall. I sighed and leaned my head against the wall. The staff were working on getting my room furnished, so until then the room is empty. I looked over to the camera in the corner of the room.
Me: "Can the head researcher in charge of my containment please come here? I'd like to talk to them about some item requests."
A few minutes passed, I knew this without a clock because I counted the seconds, until the door to my cell opened revealing a man with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
Stevens: "Hello 4247. My name is Dr. Stevens, I heard you wanted to request some items?"
Me: "Just a few things. Nothing that should be denied. An ashtray, a stead supply of tobacco products, and any books you can spare. I've kept myself so busy the past 114 years that I don't know what to do with all this free time."
Stevens: "I wasn't aware you smoked, otherwise I would've prepared something in advance."
Me: "I haven't smoked since I started running the facility I was assigned. It was a bad habit and I didn't want any of the children to smell the smoke of it on me. But now that I'm stuck here, I might as well have a pass time."
Stevens: "That's right, you were the director of site 08-4. 'The Daycare' I believe some people called it."
I chuckled.
