Trent had made his way to the camp, him and a couple of cats. He oversaw the hybrids, training them in stealth. The canines had some troubles with this, since they were louder than the felines were. But within due time, their chances against the humans were looking pretty good.<br/><br/>The new Doctor, the woman (whose name was Stephanie), had taken charge of all medical needs, other nurses like her very grateful to be released from the old Doctor's cruel hand. Public announcements were made, promising that everything was back in order and the hybrids were being kept under control. A nice lie to keep the city at ease.<br/><br/>She was in the office with Jared and Trent now, a couple humans there as well. A handful had pledged their allegiance to the cause, but not enough to really make an impact. "I don't need help, no. Just.. Quiet." She sighed and continued to work, deciding to explain after a while. "In these chips, more than one memory can be saved as data. Especially if both memories are very alike. This makes storage easy, yes. But when trying to separate the data, it takes a lot not to mix things up.. This is going to take a while. I need you to give me some space and let me work.. Please."<br/><br/>She kept on going, typing away on the many screens she had laid out in front if her, talking as she worked. "Some hybrids here may come from one of the other 13 camps. I can't guarantee how larger this army will be, bu--"<br/><br/>Trent growled, "We don't need an army, we just need a good enough team. In the confusion of the coronation, we can sneak in easily and access that beacon. Once the hybrids remember who they are, they'll have a reason to fight for freedom again. They can handle the streets. Our focus, is the castle."<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>Sophia held a bowl in her hands, filled with olives and grapes. She stared ahead, looking up at the prince, standing up straight and tall. He was admiring himself in the mirror, a crown on his head. Earlier, he had sent Sophia to steal it from the King's room, and she had done as she was told. Now, the prince was basking in the glow of the gold crown, loving the way it looked on him. "It fits me, don't you think Sophia?"<br/><br/>"Yes your majesty, it fits you very well."<br/><br/>"Soon I'm going to be King. Me, the King!"<br/><br/>"Yes, your majesty. You will be King."<br/><br/>He snickered. "And you won't be Queen. Like you really should be. But no matter. That's all in the past now, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Sophia nodded, "Correct. The throne is no longer mine."<br/><br/>The prince nodded and sat down in his chair with a smirk, snatching up a grape on his way and munching on it. "Very good. Now, get to work. My feet ache a lot today and they need a good rubbing." He laughed with a sick and twisted delight the horrible sound echoing off of the walls in the room.