The morning had gone well so far for Dr. Kesler. Sitting in a small room, he gently pet Scarlet's soft red hair while gently rocking a baby in his arms. As he pet Scarlet's hair, he gently whispered in her ear, "Don't worry my dear. We will take good care of her, just like we take care of you." Scarlet looked livid, bound to the cot and shaking with anger. Not that she could do a thing about it. She was exhausted and the drugs in her system made her completely helpless with the level of the sedation she was experiencing. Kesler gave a slight laugh as the child in his arms began to cry. "Good night, Scarlet. Be safe. You know I'll want to see you again." He gently kissed her cheek, then handed the baby off to an aide to be taken deeper into the facility.<br/><br/>Dr. Kesler softly walked back to Scarlet's stretcher and then gently wheeled her into the containment chamber, unstrapping her and then lifting her onto the bare cot. Scarlet was dressed in a simple hospital robe. Her armor and weapons were stored in a small case at the foot of the cot. As she was laid down, she weakly crawled away from Kesler and groaned. She hated his smell, the touch of his fingers in her hair, the sound of the baby crying far off, and the gray walls. Kesler would laugh at this display, turning and shutting the door. With a low sigh, Scarlet hid her head in her arms as the door was slammed shut and she was left in the darkness. This was common place. Being in this hellish darkness while someone else chose her fate. Scarlet silently held her knees and let out a low moan.<br/><br/>Dr. Kesler purposefully strode over to the hallway, just as Col. Parker entered the area. He smiled and held out a hand to give him a handshake. "It's good to see you, Colonel." As they shook hands, he took out a key and held it out for the similarly military man. "This is the key to Zero's containment cell. She should be easy to control, though she was a little out of sorts regarding the outcome of one of her last assignments." With a cold smile, Dr. Kesler led him over to the correct chamber. "I'll leave you to it. The facilities in the adjacent training rooms are yours to use. You can set combat simulators to stun rounds or lethals or blanks. Whatever you wish. We've  also installed a private gym with a swimming pool, a cafeteria, and the other usual training simulators. You've already seen and settled into the barracks."<br/><br/>With a nod in Parker's direction, Kesler briskly turned and exited the room with purposeful steps. A sick smile found it's way onto his lips as he gave a moment of thought to Scarlet. So naive and so easy to lead around, like dangling candy in front of a toddler. She was certainly strong though, gifted with such a unique ability. Kesler scowled. At least, he was able to use her. It would be a sure waste if she were still wandering around making flowers and trees like something from a Bob Ross show. He calmly exited the facility, past security and into a taxi.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Scarlet weakly held her knees. She suddenly let out a chilling, feral scream. Placing her hands to the walls, she tried to crawl off of the cot and over to the door. She swayed, half sick. Her hair slid over her shoulders to hang at her sides. She looked like one of those iconic asylum inmates that you'd see at a horror movie. Sliding down the wall, Scarlet huddled into a tight ball and waited, eyes filled with an intense hatred. She went silent. The baby's crying couldn't be heard. The sharp brisk steps of Kesler were gone. She was alone and it was dark. Scarlet lowered her head and silently sucked and bit at her kneecaps, taking out her distress on her tired scarred form. It wouldn't matter anyways.<br/><br/>It was freezing in the tiny room. She missed the warmth of the sun, the feeling of the wind in her hair... Kesler's cold precise form filled her mind. Scarlet bit harder into herself, feeling nauseous. She had come to hate this place. Everything about it reminded her of an endless nightmare. She hugged the robe tighter against her skin, disheveled dark red hair hiding her face. She silently scratched her hands against her lower legs, enough to draw slight blood. She slowly fell still, blood trickling from the scratch and bite marks on her legs.<br/><br/>Scarlet didn't cry or speak. What was the point? Who would hear her? Even if she was heard, who would bother to care...? Scarlet watched the door with an intense hatred. Her eyes were a deep intense fevered green. She silently waited for her tormentors to return, her rage brimming and stewing within her like some potion in a witch's cauldron. Then she remembered being tied down for so long. All the sedation. Scarlet's form didn't stir but a single drop of hopelessness cooled the fiery cauldron in her middle. There was no hope for revenge. Escape was a pursuit that only landed her in worse situations. She lay still, huddled against the wall and watching the door with the eyes of an injured, yet defenseless animal.