<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br/>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br/><br/><br/>Mumbled protests about the sleeping arrangements were quashed as the pretty guard ushered the prisoner into her bed.  In the quiet darkness, disturbing bullets of information ricocheted around Ella's mind;<em>the property of Gen-Tech - Doctor Dodd is a strange man - leaving this place - I suggest you make a friend - research like they are stock - coming with me - sleep with me tonight - dead or mentally insane - stick with me, nothing can happen - somebody paid money to get you here...</em><br/><br/>When sleep finally over took her, it was full of disturbing dreams that tossed and turned through the night, until morning when she came awake slowly in the comfort of Anzhelka's bed.  Ella lay under the cozy, warm covers for a time as the fog lifted slowly.  Growing anxious to start the day the girl finally slipped out of bed, soft lighting coming on as her stockinged feet hit the floor.  Moving quietly to wash her face and brush her teeth, a permission she'd hesitated on taking advantage of the night before, she also brushed her hair before leaning close to peer into the mirror taking note of the darkish circles under her eyes.<em>... used for research like they are stock ...  </em><br/><br/>Ella swallowed hard, pushing the disturbing thoughts to the back of her mind as she moved to the kitchen to start coffee, peeking over at the form on the couch.  She didn't want to read too much into her luck at sleeping in a comfortable bed rather than that hard plastic shelf in her cell.  The guard, she realized, had wanted more from her than a partner in escape, but had chosen to be gracious instead of forcing the issue.  Ella knew the spunky blond could have done just that so the tender mercy was appreciated.<br/><br/>Keeping as quiet as possible, she looked out the heavy glass window while the coffee brewed, wondering if the water was as cold and silent as it seemed.