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THE HEAT OF the fire did nothing to wane Juno off, even as she trudged through the rubble. Nothing could wake her off of her mission, because if there was one thing she needed now more than ever, it was closure. And closure meant knowing; knowing about her past, about her family and about herself. She needed to know.
So, the team had collected themselves enough to move, Juno had parted ways with them. It wasn't done easily; no one wanted to lose anyone else. That's why she had slipped away when everyone turned to leave. They wouldn't let her go otherwise.
WICKED's building was empty of most workers, however she would pass the one odd worker in certain hallways. The lights flickered, the emergency lights turned on, then those turned off. She couldn't get to the computers now; the database would be swiped clean even if she manages to get power to one. Instead, she would have to find the filing room.
It seems fate has other plans for her, because as she pushes past a pair of metal doors a voice breaks through the silence. "Hello, June."
"Janson." She acknowledges him briefly, eyes searching for an exit.
"This can all stop. You just gotta help me out." Janson suggests, his own eyes focused on Juno.
"You're a monster." Juno spits, eyes narrowing towards the man who had caused them all so much pain. "I would never help you."
"I'm not the real monster, Juno."
June shakes her head, thinking for a moment before scoffing. "If you ask a child to draw a monster, they will draw a distorted figure." She says. "Why is it a monster?"
Janson watches her carefully. "Because it's what they were taught."
"Exactly." Juno nods. "But just because that's what they were taught, doesn't mean it's right." She doesn't take her eyes off of Janson. "As children, we were all taught that WICKED was good. Except that you wiped those memories from us, so we had to teach ourselves." She takes a few steps forward. "When we finally learnt enough to teach ourselves, we had the truth." She takes one more step forward, almost tauntingly. "That WICKED is bad."
"I call experimenting on innocent kids bad." She growls, a bite in her voice she had never heard before.
It seemed Janson had heard enough, because after a quick moment of silence he raises his gun and fires haphazardly. Juno dodges to the side quickly, and a yelp escapes her lips when a bullet grazes her side just enough to tear at her shirt.
"You're lucky you're not the one I'm searching for, Juno!" He yells. "Or else you would be dead."
Another round is fired, and Juno scrambled up to run down the hall, turning quickly out of sight. Everything is eerily quiet in the building considering there's a war raging on outside the crumbling walls.
