Spira opened her eyes. Where, she wasn't sure. She had passed out during the inoculation phase, and was still groggy. She raised her right hand to her chin, rubbing her face awake, before noticing a small manila folder sitting next to her.<br/><br/>CONFIDENTIAL: FOR OWN EYES ONLY<br/><br/>She studied the folder for a moment before opening it and removing its contents. 10 pictures, 4 sheets of paper, detailing her orders. She scanned through the pictures, putting faces to names. She took a deep breath and gave a small shiver of fear before she moved on to the ledger provided for her. As she read on, she realized where she was, and what her objectives were. She quickly and quietly put the contents back in the folder, and closed it, reaching down to the hem of her shirt, gently pulling it down. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. A queasiness in her stomach was present, but the sensation of excitement rested in the back of her mind, as well as the fear of failure. It wasn't great, but it was enough to become noticeable when they hit a bump. She looked to the rosary on her wrist and quietly began to mutter the Apostles Creed, before continuing with Hail Marys. Keeping to herself at the moment, she tried to vanquish every negative thought that came to her.<br/><br/>She remembered the moments before she passed out. The burning of the syringes caused insurmountable levels of pain. She had passed out before they were finished.<br/><br/>She noticed that she was alone now, the room quiet. She remembered a boy at the orphanage whom she had an encounter with. It brought ease to her shaky nerves, remembering his face and his touch. The door in front of her swung open quietly. Two soldiers dressed in black, carrying some sort of rifle in their arms stepped inside, facing her.<br/><br/>"Miss Spira Vanheusen, you are to come with us." Spira nodded quietly and picked up the manila envelope to take with her. She complied, naturally. Who was she to disobey an order? As they walked outside, the overcast sky gave a small chill to her body.<br/><br/>"God, I hope you know whats going on, because I don't...." She thought quietly to herself. She looked behind her to see that she was sitting inside an abandoned schoolhouse, reconverted to barracks. The disturbance of gravel and dirt brought her attention back to the front, as a large bus rolled up in front of her.<br/><br/>"Get in," The solder in front of her ordered. She complied again, and slowly stepped inside. Once there, she realized that there were already lost souls on this bus.<br/><br/>"Mein Gott en Himmel..." She muttered before she walked to an empty seat and sat down quietly, opening the manila folder once again, and thumbed through the rest of the photographs.