Elle walked past the reception desk to the small square boxes that were attached to the wall, and saw a memo note in hers. It was from her superiors, the people who were really running the programme she'd managed to get herself inadvertently into the middle of. She hadn't been able to turn down the pay check, because the wages from the hospital alone wouldn't have even paid her bills. So when the opportunity to do this arise, there was no way she could have turned it down. She read the memo that told her to go straight to the test room, she was surprised as last night there hadn't even been much of a reason to continue the testing at all. Crumpling the paper up and passing it to the receptionist to shred, she headed to the staircase. It was cold and clinical, much like the rest of the building, it didn't bother her, but a splash of paint might have just<br/>made them feel a little less melancholic about the whole place.<br/><br/>Elle made her way down the three flights of stairs to the testing lab, and scanned her pass again, a small beep meant she was able to open the door and enter. She headed to the small group of metal lockers, and pulled open the one that had "Dr E. Colt" stamped on it. Swapping her cardigan for her white lab coat, she took off her shoes and placed them on the shelf in the locker, and took out the black plimsoles that were required for being in the lab. Closing the locker door, she headed out through a door that had a whole bunch of cautions and warnings stamped on it. She didn't ever really know why they needed it, they knew the dangers anyway, and it wasn't like anyone not apart of the programme would have ever been down there to begin with. Shrugging her mind from her wandering mind, she punched in a code into a password lock and the door to the lab released from the latch, and Elle headed in.<br/><br/>Everyone had already gotten down there, she was late, again. It just took her too long to get from the hospital to the clinic, but she couldn't learn to drive anytime soon. Maybe a bicycle would be quicker. She brought her thoughts back to the present moment and washed her hands, then opened the final door to where everyone else was stood. The Commanding Officer was stood there... something must have happened... he usually didn't bother to bring himself down to the lab.<br/>Elle looked apologetically towards the others, she'd apologise for being late once there were no test subjects within ear shot, if they knew anything that could undermine their operation it could be potentially be used. Dr. Colt took herself over to the doctors station and shuffled a few bits of paper, seeing what had already come from the tests. There was a lot of different variables that had been changed from the last time they'd been working on these subjects. Elle turned to the other doctor who'd been working with her closely on this round of tests;<br/>"What's changed?" She whispered, almost inaudibly.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Daniel shuffled along the sidewalk as he headed back from yet another disappointing round of interviews for the few jobs that were available to someone with his very limited skill set. There was a sharp icy breeze flowing through the air as the sun began to fade in a almost watery descent from the sky. The small amount of change he had for bus fare jangled in his pocket, there wasn't a lot left and if he didn't find another job soon, he wouldn't be able to eat or put on his heating. Things weighed heavier than ever on his shoulders, and it was more than he could really deal with, but he took in a deep breath, and exhaled. Keeping calm about it, and level headed was what kept him from going completely overboard with the stress and worry. It just wasn't in his nature to panic. The bus was leaving as he got to the stop, 'Just fantastic' he thought to himself, as he looked at the time for the next scheduled bus home.<br/>The bus timetable informed Daniel that it wasn't going to be for another 2 hours. 'Well, guess there's nothing I can do but wait' He thought to himself and perched upon the small one bar bench that was set a short distance behind the bus stop railing. There was nothing worthwhile looking at, the surrounding area was bleak and grey, the colour of the busy daytime was long gone, and most places had fully closed for the evening. The odd car zoomed past, at a speed that seemed way to fast, but Daniel supposed it was simply because he was completely stood still.<br/>The wind blew again, but this time with a little more ferocity, and caused his shoulder length hair to whip round him, almost taunting him. Pushing it back into place, he looked to the side of him. On the bus stop there was a small sticker, which unless you'd noticed, wouldn't have seen at all. There was nothing but a small slogan saying 'Need Money?' and a phone number. Daniel shook his head with a slight chuckle, there was never going to be something that works, be that obvious... but considering he had 2 hours almost till the next bus arrived, he thought it might provide some entertainment.<br/>Pulling his chipped and broken screened phone from his pocket, he put the number in and wrote a text saying<br/>"Need Money" and nothing more. The message sent almost instantly, but he didn't expect a reply soon, if at all really.