Slowly and hesitantly I walked over to the table and sank down into the chair. I shivered, the metal was cold. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. I felt jumpy, I didn't like not knowing what was going on. The cameras threw me off.

I sat stiff and silent, waiting for whatever was going to come next. My eyes kept flicking from Minho to Janson. He seemed distracted at the moment, ruffling through papers in a folder he was handed. My attention went to Minho. He looked dazed and out of it. There was an IV connected to his arm. And a few electrodes were attached to Minho's temples, chest and inside his arms. The wires all connected to a giant machine that had all kinds of buttons and dials. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying.

Janson curse bringing my attention back to him. I watched his face carefully. His jaw was clenched. He wasn't happy and he was trying hard to contain his rage. I knew his tells by now. His nose wiggled when he sniffed hard and his left eye twitched.

Something in the folder made him furious. He walked over and slammed it down onto the table and spun around. He clearly forgot about me for the moment.

"Captain!" He screamed. "A word. Now!"

The short squat man with an ugly scar down his chin stomped forwards, he was the man who handed Janson the file. I watched wearily as Janson spoke in a forced hushed tone.

Keeping one eye on Janson, I shifted slightly on the chair and tried to see anything of use in the folder.

I saw a map with different locations circled a few crossed off. Another paper was labeled Potential RM members. One list of names; I recognized a few under 'Turn Coats' and had Captain Vince, Sargent Barns, Doctor Mary, Jorge Esposito, Brenda Esposito and a bunch of other names. On the other list was 'Escaped Subjects' and a list of names. I caught Thomas's name and number, Teresa, Frypan. I didn't look for any more I knew who was still free.

I glanced up at Janson, his face was red and his arms were flying around. The Captain didn't look pleased either. He was getting louder as he spoke.

"...I don't know how they know where we are! Or going to be!"

"You clearly have a mole. I suggest Captain," Janson hissed dangerously, "that you find it."

"Yeah, clearly I've thought of that!" The squat Captain snapped back.

"Watch your tone Captain!"

I didn't have to strain as hard now. I lowered my head and tilted my head to hear.

"We're setting up a trap. We leaked a fake drop location next week; said it was just supplies. We'll have half of WICKED waiting for them-"

"Just deal with it, Captain! I can't afford any more setbacks!" Janson snapped, cutting off The Captain.

Janson came storming back over to the table. I kept my head lowered, pretending I hadn't just listened to that. He pulled a pen out and crossed something out on the map.

Was the Right Arm causing them trouble? If they were that's good...maybe they were trying to find us...but the Right Arm didn't have a lot of people or supplies, from what I saw at the camp a month ago, there was hardly anything left of this mighty resistance army.

I chanced a glance at Minho. He was laying still, his dark eyes staring at me. My stomach twisted. I wanted to touch him, hug him. I wanted his arms around me. My stomach twisted when I saw his eyes cloud over for a moment. He blinked hard a few times, he kept looking.

"...Minho..." My voice was so raw and sore it was hardly a whisper.

There was a loud scrap of metal as he pulled the chair our and Janson sat down. "Jessica. Sorry for the delay. I see you have noticed by now that A7 is hooked to an IV."

"Why?"

"We don't want any...mishaps. Best to keep him sedated during this."

"What is this...?"

"As you know, every home in the western world has a mandatory TV in their homes and places of work. We will be doing a little...PSA.." Janson's lip curled into a sneer. "And what better person to help is you."

"And why would I help you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning back in the chair arms folded tight over my chest. I clamped my jaw tight and tried to hide how sore and awful I actually felt.

"I was hoping you would ask." Janson smiled. I didn't like the way he said it and was looking at me. He pulled his remote out and pressed a button, "a demonstration, Doctor, if you would."

Before I could yell for him to stop, Minho let out a wild scream of pain, his body withered and shook as the Doctor turned a dial.

"Stop!" I cried. "Stop!"

"Right Doctor. Thank you." Janson said, he sounded bored.

I watched with a sickening dread I watched as the Doctor wrote something down on a clip board. Janson laced his fingers together. I knew he was watching me. They wanted a reaction from me. I ground my teeth and clamped my eyes closed. My hands formed such tight fists they were shaking, and I felt my nails cut the skin. A few stray tears escaped and slid slowly one after another down my cheek.

I flinched hard when I felt a finger brush the tears. My eyes snapped open and my body shuddered. Janson was looking at the tears on his fingers with mild interest.

"Amazing what one will do, when the right weak point is found."

"Fuck you Rat Man." I hissed. My croaky voice shook with anger.

"Careful Jessica." His dark beady eyes snapped to mine. "Remember your manners. If not, A7 feels the consequences."

My body was shaking with anger. But there was nothing I could do. At least not now. I watched as Minho was panting hard from that brief moment of pain. His head slowly rolled and his dark eyes met mine. They were clear for a moment, I saw the recognition flicker in his eyes.

"Now. Let's get started, shall we? You will answer my questions honestly. And if not, A7 feels your-"

"Consequences. Ya I get it." I finally ripped my eyes away from Minho and glared at Janson. I cursed him out in my head.

Janson just hummed. He straightened the papers in the folder.

"Now, you won't be able to see A7, but you will have an ear piece, and if your answers aren't proper, you will be able to hear everything." Janson said.

I sat horrified frozen as I watched the glass disappear behind a wall again. He waved a hand and the door on the other side opened and a few different people came bustling in and around the room. A guard came storming over and stuck a small sticky device behind my ear. It was the same kind as the one I used when Vince helped me escape. Short term communication device. Five minutes later everyone was in their spots. The camera flicked on, and they all faced Janson.

I only now realized everyone was going to see this. See me. Now I understood why they wanted me showered and dressed, looking sort of like myself and not a prisoner. They were going to use me, manipulate what I said for whatever purpose suited WICKED best. I cringed.

Someone waved a hand.

"Live in three ..two...one..." He pointed and nodded.

"Good Evening. We interrupt your busy schedules with some breaking News." Janson smiled. I shivered. Janson continued in a smooth and oily voice.

"My name is Janson and I am the Director and coordinator of WICKED. You will want to stop whatever it is you're doing for a moment and listen. If you are eating dinner, stop for a moment. If you are at work, put down your work. Because you are going to want to witness this."

Janson laced his long fingers together as he addressed the camera, his nose twitched.

"There has been some major speculation about what actually happened and why we were searching so desperately, for those hostile fugitives. To help shed some light on the subject is a very special guest. I have with me, one of those hostile fugatives, us at WICKED were so desperately looking for. One of those rouge trained killers. After some deep consideration, she has agreed to join me in addressing that and another issue this country has been dealing with."

One of the cameras swiveled and pointed at me. I had no idea what to do. My stomach twisted. My hands became clammy. I pulled them off the table and clenched them into fists in my lap. My back was as stiff and tense as possible. My jaw was clenched so tight my already sore head started to pound.

"Thank you Jessica for joining me."

•×•

Right Arm:
Everyone was sitting around in the mess hall. The mood was a little festive. They had successfully intercepted another supply truck full of medical supplies and WICKED grade weapons.

Captain Vince and Sargent Barns had finally rejoined the rebellion group. They had got Mary, Ann, Jeff and Sam settled in their Denver out post before rejoining the group.

The mission last night had gone extremely smoothly. Everyone was chatting happily while they ate. The sound of dishes clattering, utensils clicked. Bucky, Jorge, Vince Laurence, Fry, Harriet, Brenda were all sitting at the table. Thomas, Teresa and Newt were just sitting down when the TV in the corner flicked on.

"Oh great. Another one." Thomas muttered.

"They're getting more frequent." Vince agreed.

"Desperate you mean." Jorge pointed a fork at Vince.

Bucky growled in agreement.

"It's RatMan!" Frypan yelled over the noise, and pointed to the TV.

"Slim it you Shanks!" Teresa yelled.

The dinning room quieted down. They wanted as the WICKED cymbal faded and Janson appeared. He was sitting at a simple shinny metal table, in a white room. He almost looked like a floating head. He wears wearing a white high necked sweater and a white suit jacket over top. His greying hair combed over his bald spot. His long fingers were laced together.

He smiled at the camera.

"Boo!" Someone yelled.

"Shut up!" Harriet yelled.

"My name is Janson and I am the Director and coordinator of WICKED. You will want to stop whatever it is you're doing for a moment and listen. If you are eating dinner, stop for a moment. If you are at work, put down your work. Because you are going to want to witness this."

The entire room was either booing or pretending to throw up. Thomas sat up straighter and gave Bucky a quick glance. Bucky was still as a statue and alert as a watch dog, his eyes glued to the TV.

Janson was still talking but then the camera panned over and the entire room gasped and went silent. Thomas, Teresa, Jorge and Bucky stood up. Jessie sat at the table.

Everyone in the room could see how different she looked. Her eyes were hollow and empty. Her face was pale, big black bags. Her one hand was shaking slightly. Until she slid it off the table as hid her hands under the table. Every muscle in her body screamed abuse and how uncomfortable she was.

"So Jessica,"

Her eyes snapped to him, her jaw tight.

"You were in fact one of these secret Assassin's trained in the dark corns of our organization?"

Her jaw ground back and forth and then she gave a sharp nod.

"Interesting. And is it also true you killed the man responsible?"

Her eyes narrowed just slightly but again she nodded sharply.

"Knowing how wrong that program was, and how evil that man truly was. You're intention was to stop the program, yes?"

Again Jessie nodded.

"As soon as the man responsible was out if the picture, it was easy enough to finally disassemble the evilly rooted secret program. Thank you for your aid in that Jessica. North America owes you a great deal."

"Now that the man responsible is dead, you have been aiding WICKED and the head reasurchers in finding a cure for the deadly Flare disease, correct?"

Everyone in the mess hall hissed and saw her flinch. Her eyes were closed and again she nodded.

"You believe in the work?"

There was a long pause, Jessie looked at the camera and then her eyes flicked to Janson and then down to a spot in the table. And she gave a sharp nod.

"What's going on?" Brenda hissed, "why is she agreeing to this?"

"Not that simple. Read her body launguage. Watch her eyes." Bucky said. "She's being threatened."

"Not the first time she's been threatened."

"No, but they are probably using Minho or Sonya to get her to say whatever." Teresa added.

This made a lot of the room growl.

"So, Jessica, if you believe in all the hard work that WICKED is doing how would you address the unrest in some of the outer towns and cities?"

Jessie blinked a few times and then looked at the camera.

"I'd say...watch and listen. Don't believe everything you hear or see."

"Hmm. Interesting answer." Janson said nodded.

"She better be careful..." Jorge muttered. Thomas looked back and fourth between Jorge and Bucky and the TV.

"Why?"

"Watch Janson when she answers. He doesn't like her answers." Bucky said quietly.

"So, you would tell the citizens to put down their anger and guns and let WICKED continue their work for the greater good?"

"Sure." Jessie said stiffly. She suddenly flinched and sucked in a sharp breath. She clamped her jaw and turned her head away from the camera.

"Fuck." Laurence cursed under his breath.

"Definitely didn't like that answer." Vince growled. His eyes were hard and his voice was sharp.

"One last thing. Thing, Jessica," Janson said, his smile now was tight lipped and and forced. Jessie took a shuddering breath, trying to keep herself composed. Even Brenda could see it now.

"What would you say to the Right Arm? This rebellious group, trying to disrupt our search for a cure?"

She looked at Janson for a second and then passed the camera, at something far away. She winced and looked back at the camera, took a shuddering breath.

"We're all waiting Jessica. What would you say? Would you tell them to lay down their weapons and call for a ceise fire?"

"I'd...I'd say...NEXT WEEK IS A SET UP! DONT DO IT! ITS A TRAL! THEY'RE GONNA KILL YOU ALL! ITS A SET UP! AHHHHHH."

The camera suddenly went sideways, there was scuffling a sharp scream, a thud and blood splatter in the camera before it went fuzzy and cut off.

"Fuck!"
"Jessie!"
"No!"

The room went into chaos. Teresa stood with a hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes, Newt pulled her into a hug, Thomas and Harriet stood thunderstruck. Frypan opened and closed his mouth a few times. Bucky and Jorge looked like they were going to murder someone.

"What...what did she do?" Brenda squeaked.

"Risked her life and whoever they were using to get her to talk, to warn us." Vince said.

"We need to get them back! Now!" Thomas demanded, fire in his eyes as he spun towards Vince, Jorge, Bucky and Laurence.

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