Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160722105819/@comment-25924729-20160725113649

Victoria barely flinched at their accident, nor did she acknowledge Eridius immediately. She merely sidestepped her pupil and returned to watching Jett carefully. His training demanded so, denial of compassion, and harsh treatment was supposed to instill respect and fear, making him more obedient, easily trained, and a ruthless killer.

"Her name is Van Dyke Helsing, though she prefers the nickname Jett... i'll never understand why. She will be placed in this hospital indefinitely, by my direct orders, under Level 4 security clearance. She will be allowed a private room, may have visitors and any supplies she asks for, and in the event of a security breach, will receive priority in protection and evacuation by any avaliable SAINTs."

Almost as an afterthought, the commander added. "...she is also my daughter..."

Almost immediately, she regretted those words. All around her, staff and bystanders began whispering urgently, their voices quickly grew into hushed gossip and speculation.

A quick glance around, and Victoria sighed. People were staring with renewed fascination now, some even trying to push their way closer with hungry, expectant looks at the crippled girl. Perhaps they thought if they could get close and groom Jett, Victoria herself would be indebted to them...

Not wanting her child to be harassed any further, the commander cleared her throat loudly and stepped briskly towards Jett, staring down and addressing her new stalkers in a serious tone. "The rest is classified, and you are dismissed."

The mother stood protectively by her bed, as Jett was wheeled deeper into the building. To the crowd, Jett gave a rude huff, folded her arms and stuck her tongue at them before dissappearing from view.