Antiquities

She does not move at the sound. "What am I then?" She asks. "Can you explain?"

"I believe you may be tampered with, enhanced if you will. With clockwork, gears and metal. Perhaps it makes you stronger, more resilient. I haven't run a single test, so I can't be sure," Bishop said, wringing his hands together.

"And I am the test subject?" She asks, turning back to him and study him.

Bishop nodded. "I don't see any other Grays around here, do you?" he asked.

"And you will torture me to get answers?" I pause and think a moment. It is not like me to feel selfish this way, but in a way i'm protecting the government as well. "How about a deal then, Bishop?"

Sage:
I come back to the hideout. Rubbing my eyes and cracking my spine(courtesy of air ducts), I walk into a room, then stop dead when I see a person in a cage.
"What in the world..."

Before Bishop could speak he looked up at Sage. "Can I help you?" He asked, returning his eyes to K2-5 for a moment.

Sage:
"What's going on? Since when did we lock people in cages and threaten them with creepy, electric... Thingys...?"

"Since you've become so ignorant to what we do. You shouldn't have a mind to be snooping down here, even if you are a spy. If Aysha saw you, she'd be on your case. The is the workshop... For inventors." He sighed and looked at her with a half frown.

K2-5 smiles amused. "Waiting, Bishop..."

Bishop turned to K2-5 impatiently. "Fine, I'll make a deal, but not right at this moment."

K2-5 stands and steps up to the bars, wrapping her hands around the bars. "You swear, Bishop?"

Aw, man. I replied, but it didn't show up...

Gimme a minute to retype it.

Sage:
"For inventors? For inventors? Do you hear yourself? Who do you think is up there risking their necks while you sit down here all comfy-cozy? The spies and thieves! And besides, everyone here is working for the same thing, so why does it matter if someone takes a wrong turn and accidentally runs into someone? Sorry to ask questions about you threatening people, but I'm not morally corrupt. I'm sorry that I came down here, not for you, but for me. Then I wouldn't have stumbled upon the arrogant, selfish, conceited life form that is you. Ugh. I just- Ugh.

Bishop listened to the girl rant, his face staying indifferent. When he was done, he couldn't help but laugh, nearly in hysterics. "I don't know who you think you are, but with a tongue like that, you'll be thrown into the streets. And I assure you my threats are legitamite," he said and turned back to K2-5. "I won't swear to anything unless you tell me the details.

Sage:
I punch him. Not too hard, but hard enough. And I'm not exactly weak. "I'm Sage. And you're Bishop, also known as jerkface, I presume?" I thoink of what the girl said.

K2-5 frowns, studying him a moment. "Details will be told in secrecy only," i say, eying the girl distastefully.

Sage:
I eye her back distastefully. Then, glaring at Bishop again, I leave.

K2-5 looks back at Bishop. "Listening? I'm only offering once."

Bishop nodded, turning his head and chuckling a little. He had endured far worse than a young girls punch. "Shoot, I'm listening," he said.

(Sage could run into Knight, Bishop's twin... He's a spy.)

Okay. Sage is storming around, grumbling(she has a temper issue)
Sage:
I go into the spy area, growling to myself and pacing annoyedly.

K2-5 pauses, thinking it through again before nodding slightly. "I will swear loyalty to you Antiquities, pledge my skills to your cause, allow you to do which ever tests and tampering of me you wish to do willingly. You shall not ask any further questions of government activities or information about the Gray project in return."

(just checking in, dont have much time. I like k2-5 so far...she's really cool. XD )

Bishop had to think for a good part of five minutes. "Fine," he said, grudgingly and offering out his hand. He couldn't say as much for his brother, who wouldn't ask, but... Well, spy. He wouldn't mention that, though.

Knight waltzed into the room where most of the pies hung out. He saw one of the younger girls sitting in there, looking grumpy. He flopped into a chair and raised an eyebrow. "What's your problem?"