Verity had to start about fifty pages from the back if the book, seeing how everything before that talked of things she already knew. The war, the Dux's rise to power, the formation of Pheonic from the ashes of a dead world.<br/><br/>From the first few sentences, she received a bit if a sick feeling near the pit of her stomach, though she couldn't stop reading. She'd known everyone had been lying to her, but she had no idea it was this bad. Her entire world was being flipped on its head. She felt like she, herself, had hurt just as many as the Dux himself, simply by saying that pledge dutifully every day. Oh, God, she needed some water or a bathroom or something.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of another introduction. "Oh, sorry, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Verity, from INSMAAG. You know, the all girls school off in The Islands?" She said, giving a convincing smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.<br/><br/>She decided to spare herself the last few pages of the book, as she had a pretty good idea as to what was going on. "That's...Terrible. God, I can't believe..."<br/><br/>"Yes, yes, it's pretty hard to understand. Especially when you just had all this information dumped on you," a new voice came from the hallway of the room, and Verity looked up to see the same brown eyed, ruffled hair man from before.<br/><br/>"To all of you whom I have yet to meet, I an Dr. Cartsman, but I'd prefer if you addressed me as Doctor or David. Whichever. And this," he noted, gesturing to the young lady beside him in a gray military guard's uniform, "Is agent Nysa Torvus, otherwise known as Govt. Agent 13. I'm sure you've already figured out that this place isn't exactly what was conveyed in the letters."<br/><br/>The Doctor took a few steps into the room, sitting on the surface of the tall table towards the middle if the room and crossing his legs and arms. Agent Torvus took a position beside the door, watching the scene closely and without a word. Verity noticed the slight ticking if his fingers against his leg, the way his ruffled hair looked as though someone had run a hand back through it, the slight skewed angle of his glasses. He was nervous, anxious, and very much on edge.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk