Henry's POV
Dr. Lawrence took a moment to gather herself.
"Again, thank you for coming." Taking a deep breath, she continued,
"Not long after you disappeared, we got the notice that the center would be closed. While nearly everyone was sent home, the most promising individuals were brought to different smaller institutions to continue therapy and continue to train..." She paused and interlocked her fingers on her lap.
Leaning still against my fist, I made an impatient motion, asking myself when we could start with the killing.
"My family... 'fired' me and told me I should leave this project... but I insisted on staying with Kenny's group, and they ended up letting me. However, the experiments, the training, and the therapy in this new smaller facility, along with the arrival of a new doctor, changed drastically."
I chuckled.
"Changed? People got locked in glass cells and were forced to take drugs or what?"
Dr. Lawrence took a deep breath.
