<strong> Amelia Lighfoot Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br/><br/>Amelia was quiet through the whole journey on the submarine; she sat as much as she was able in a very proper and upright position there was a slight smile on her face though her eyes were cold. The young woman almost seemed amused at the constant repartition of the words, a little like mass perhaps. However after the second cycle of this dross Amelia then played her own game….<br/><br/>The young woman studied each prisoner that was with her and worked out a most beautiful and fitting demise. Of course it would be easier if she was aware of there crimes, still she could be creative…after all. Thus the flaxen haired young woman was very quite, and merely amused herself at the discomfort of the others, surely they should learn some self control.<br/><br/>She was completely calm throughout the whole process, the slight smile remaining on her face, for all the time she was performing her duty on each of the subjects that came into her line of sight. Amelia appeared to be no trouble, she neither cried nor screamed, and she did not struggle or complain about her new uniform or the implant because she had far more important things on her mind…continuing her work as well as continuing that of the Company.<br/><br/>The girl was so calm it was almost frightening,, Amelia was so polite  and did not appear to flinch at anything. For in her mind there was the most beautiful pattern of the ‘Blood Eagle’. That crime had not been on her list so perhaps it was time to do it again…along with continuing work of course.<br/>