<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines post) </span><br/><br/>Prentiss then turned around and watched Nora for a few minutes as the gun he threw to her clattered onto the ground and stopped spinning after it landed. In the background, the image flickered and as there was a picture of a suspended man in a shark cage, it had changed to a regular view of the fish tank as if he and the cage were never there in the first place.<br/><br/>“Pehhh…,” he said in a fit of annoyance, “That rat had been fed to the sharks a few weeks back,” he then said as he made his way back to Nora who was trembling before the shaking of her hands slowly subsided when she cupped them up. Gabriel bent down and picked up the side arm he threw at her, pulling the trigger in subsequent squeezes as he arose it to her mid-section with clicking sounds before he also tossed it aside.<br/><br/>“Good choices!,” he shouted, letting his voice echo up into the amphitheater beams as a constant echo.<br/><br/>He then stood there and studied her for a moment.<br/><br/>“ Well… one would worry wouldn’t we if you didn’t have breaking points…,” he trailed off… “but it is quite important to remember when those times occur and when to figure out how to manage them…yes…there…programmer who won’t murder?”<br/><br/>Gabriel was still rough and thrust Nora back against the chair.<br/><br/>“ Now you listen to me…Nora…” he said, putting a firm grip back upon her neck though, one would notice it wasn’t as violent but more of a man holding a firm sculpture he was no longer worried would break due to an affirmation of its strength. “ This… is your consolation prize for making the cut --- hope you like the ride…. “Trainer”,” as he looped what appeared to be a head-set around her forehead.<br/><br/>It wasn’t a helmet per say but a thin band of hard plastic with electrodes that suddenly hugged her entire cranium like a make-shift crown.<br/><br/><i>The effects were near immediate. There was a falling sensation. A body suddenly hitting a water bed and then simply letting the bubbles within the mattress waver and roll as the ceiling and everything around her closed up as if time and space were suddenly going on pause. There was a soothing and tantric white noise of running water. Sounds of peace. Sounds of an ebon flow of water and even the brushing of autumn leaves that fell in a bushel, only to scrape upon her face before settling onto a forest floor.</i><br/><br/>There was Gabriel’s voice in the distance….<br/><br/><br/><br/>….welcome to the introduction Nora --- this is A-B 716… also known as… ‘The Red Orchid Lounge’.