Day 43: Intercom, Evening

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Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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Starscream slid into his room with quiet resignation. The events of the last night still haunted him... not so much because of the circumstances of the events, but because of his own conduct. Me, a lauded Decepticon, second-in-command of their vast armies... frightened by decomposing flesh-creatures? Even with that weapon - and here the Decepticon broke from his train of thought, ducked low next to his bed, and sighed in relief to find the large branch still covered by a second set of bed-sheets - I could do nothing. I had to be rescued by that female... how deplorable. Starscream stood slowly, then turned and watched as one of the nurses slid out the table at the foot of his bed and placed his evening fuel supply upon it. The nurse muttered something about enjoying the meal, but Starscream knew that was out of the question. Still... the slab of animal muscle looked appetizing, and even those slivers of deep-fried potatoes caused his stomach to make a slight gurgle.

First things first, however... the Decepticon checked his desk drawer for the rudimentary items he'd need: flashlight and spare batteries, notebook, and map. Fine, all was ready. Opening the map and scanning carefully, he located an area that might be of interest if his mission tonight ended prematurely. For now, it seemed his expedition to locate the other items necessary for completing the black powder would have to be put on hold. With an exasperated sigh, he took seat upon the bed, taking up the flimsy fork and knife and beginning his meal.