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The day hts on the wooden structure behind the Mess, and the other half onto a sound track of status updates in my earpiece and nearly miss a request aio to pull one of the girls there so she can get a hit fro the midday meal If it hadn’t been for Tildon, I would have assuotten about her, or stretched her punishht to drive ho ball instead of a ha her water, at least? I come up with a thousand different ways I can ask Olsen about her without actually asking, but none of them work They all make me seem like I have a heart
Focus Co each kid I go to collect for their treat the minutes it takes for him to finish with them In those h the doors that swing open In the roo I have seen not one, but two separate pairings of female nurse and male PSF disappear inside of it I have heard the door lock behind them And I have pretended not to notice hoinded they always seeain a short tithe last kid, 2231, a Green boy, in, open the examination room door, and practically push hi I take two seconds to look both ways down the eh the door opposite ainst e as I lurch toward the dark computer The room is a mirror of the one across the hall, with one exception: the PC isn’t already on I waste two fullat every h, the camera in the upper corner has been all but torn off the wall and has been left dangling there by its rainboires
There Finally The log-in screen glides into place and, before I can second-guessin the username and password I’d seen Dunn use The system seems to load pixel by pixel, and it see shaved down to fractions of their former selves I can’t explain the rush of power I feel when the database finally loads and a blinking cursor appears in the search field
I type Orfeo and hit Enter
No results
I have to look again, because that can’t be possible
No results
I go hollow at the core Pure, helpless anguish rushes in to fill the empty space where hope used to be She’s not in the system at all? That means--it’s not possible, I won’t--Mia--Mia--
The door slaain
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, heartless son of a bitch!"
I’ for a weapon I don’t have He’s so busy cursing and tearing his hands back through his chestnut hair that he doesn’t even notice ainst the counter and clatters to the floor