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        “Zachary Wiater.” said the Rep. of my group. The Rep. of the Libra’s.

        “If your name was called, please walk to the front.”

        My friend Sam looked at me and he shook his head. They can’t take me if I don’t go up. I fingered the bracelet on my left wrist. The grooves in the Aventurine that were there when I got it for my fifth birthday -the day I was given to the compound- are smoothed over from years of the habit.

        The Assailants hadn’t moved the group on out of the door yet, the way they had for the other four. One of them said something to the man holding the list I had been read from. 

“Would the young men who have been called please come to the front and be escorted from the building please?” he droned, annoyed. Seeing no one come forward he added " Or do we have to make an example of someone?"

        Sam looked at me. I shrugged. One boy stepped foreword.

        "Good. Would the other two of you follow this young man's example now please?"

        A dude infront of me's hands were all balled up and shaking. He took a step forward. I shook my head and went with him, ignoring Sam's wide eyes and mouthed curses at my name. 

        "Thank you." The man said, monotone and uninterested.

        They lead the seven of us away to the elevator.  We stood, waiting for it to go down from 50 to 0.

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I leaned against the corner wall and looked at the people who were with me. Most of them were older, seemingly in their late 20's or something.  They were looking around as well. No one I knew. 

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None of us spoke. A skinny asian looking kid about my age seemed oddly calm.  He kept looking at us like he was studying something. He frowned a bit  and looked at his wrist, then looked at ours. I looked too to see what he seemed confused about. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. My bracelet was as it always had been. The aventurine sign with the white slip-knot string and golden topaz beads at the dangling ends.

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Almost to the bottom.

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Where were we going to go?

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I guess I'll find out.

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