Spook kept her head up as she was led, or rather<i>marched</i>, through the WatchTower complex. She wasn't going to give these bastards satisfaction by showing outward emotion or any sign of weakness. Her jaw ached with how tightly she grit her teeth, her left arm hung rigidly by her side to disguise the fact that her right arm's identical behaviour wasn't by choice. That they still didn't restrain her in any way pissed her off. Their arrogance of assuming she was no threat as long as they held their guns was made all the worse by being true.<br/><br/>She glanced side to side as they moved along, taking is as much of her surroundings as she could without being obvious about it. Sooner or later there would be a chance to act, to seize some control even in this situation. Spook fully intended to find and exploit that opening when it arose, even if it only amounted to a final display of defiance. She wasn't one of Pangea's sheep, the sort who would have shit themselves by now. She wondered how any of WatchTower's units would fare in the Dreg without their fancy equipment. Were there still people behind those dark uniforms and body armour, or just soulless husks which didn't think beyond their orders?<br/><br/>The woman who came to greet her didn't give an indication either way to that unspoken question, not yet at any rate. Spook didn't bother to answer about having an ID, it was obviously rhetorical. Who you were in the Dreg didn't fit on a card. She did grimace at being told to strip, most interviews which started out that way ended badly. Her eyes moved from the woman to the three guards, then back again. A snarky response wasn't quite worth the trouble, she figured.<br/><br/>The straps she'd used as a holster dropped to the floor first, reminding her that she'd probably seen the last of her gun. Doing her best not to make a show of it, Spook tugged at the black pants which clung to her hips. Having only one working arm made the process all the more demeaning, she had to constantly move her hand from one side to the other to peel the synth-leather from her thighs. She bent at the waist once the tight material was pulled away from her pale, well defined backside and the dark thong which gave her the slightest hint of decency. Spook considered leaving the thong in place for just a second, before rolling her eyes and yanking it down her legs too.<br/><br/>Straightening back up, Spook stood absolutely naked and exposed as she'd been told. The parts of her body still made of flesh and blood were visibly muscled, tensed and as cleanly shaven as her head. She locked her eyes on the woman and breathed in and out slowly, doing her damndest not to visibly tremble.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>