<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br/>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br/><br/>The new voice got Kate's attention; different to the one on the video, different to the Warden's.<br/>The woman who was talking now was perhaps a little taller than Kate and she looked strong physically, but what struck Kate most was the fact that she was plainly someone who enjoyed her job. It wasn't just the smile on her face and the obvious sarcasm in her voice in referring to the 'tour' and the 'accommodations' as if they had arrived for some kind of holiday. There was something about her whole demeanor. And it unnerved Kate.<br/><br/>Kate's stomach turned when she heard her name called. She hesitated for a moment, and somewhere in her mind she heard that damned recording which had been playing in the sub. "You will obey all officer instructions." Then recognizing that the woman was waiting for her, she stood up slowly, straightening her dress out of habit more than anything else, and looked across to where 'Mr. Popov' was standing. Her gaze drifted back to the female - Kate presumed she was also a guard in the facility - and she saw her gesturing her over to where he was stood. Kate swallowed hard and then began to make her way across the room. She tried to keep her head up, her back straight, walking purposefully although by no means quickly. She couldn't help but flinch a little as he shouted and without having to think about it, her pace quickened, moving her to the spot to which he was pointing. 'Mr Popov' had to be over 6ft she thought . She hadn't really noticed him come into the room; hadn't really noticed him when the Warden had been speaking. How could she not notice him? He looked so... solid. That was the word that eventually came to mind. Solid in body and character. He looked like a man in control of both himself and his surroundings. He was stood almost as if he had come to attention but his shout had been what you might expect from a pissed off Sergant Major. A cartoon image came into her head: the bad guy who could be punched by the good guy without even flinching, the punch only causing injury to the hand of the person doing the punching.<br/><br/>She was aware of being joined by another prisoner, and as she took her place next to Kate, Popov walked over to the female guard and they had some conversation which Kate couldn't hear. Kate glanced quickly at the woman now stood next to her. Was she smiling? She certainly didn't appear to be in any distress in regard to the circumstances in which they now found themselves. She looked... Kate glanced across to the female guard and then back to the woman stood next to her... How could they both be 'enjoying' themselves?<br/><br/>Before her thoughts could move on, Popov was back. Kate's body stiffened again as he approached. What came next merely reinforced her initial view of him. Solid. In control. He made it clear that he was not there to engage in a conversation and as both she and her cell-mate were periodically pushed and ushered along one corridor after another, through one door or gate after another, Popov was the only one doing the talking. It was clear that his tour was purely functional and the most the woman got to do was look in one direction or another.<br/><br/>Kate was relieved when they finally came to a stop. At least the shoves in the back would be done with. Her relief was short lived when she saw their... accommodation.  White walls. Grey floor. Two bunks, one above the other, a toilet and sink, a desk... if you could call it that... attached to one wall, and a single stool. But Kate didn't really have the time to really 'appreciate' that this was home for ... ever from this moment on, before Popov was speaking again. Kate's stomach lurched as he told her that she had already 'attracted some attention'. Her mind started to race.<br/><br/>"What do you mean? I haven't done anything. Who's attention?"<br/><br/>She watched as Popov closed the cell door and then indicated the direction in which he expected her to move. He gave little recognition that he had heard her. Kate started to walk, but kept looking back as Popov fell into step behind her.<br/><br/>"Where are we going? I haven't done anything."<br/>