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“Look, Jesse, please, they are keeping me here against my will and it is vital that I get out. Will you open this fucking cage for me? There has to be a way to do it in their damn observatory.” He waves a hand sharply at the office above them. “Please, go look.” Jesse ignores his request, steps off the last stair, and moves into the room. Alan watches her, and she sees his eyes dart down as he spots the Service Weapon in her hand. He groans and slumps over at the sight of it, the desperate energy that had been vibrating through him changing into something more resigned. “Fuck, you are one of those Bureau assholes?” His fingers run shakily through his hair, catching on knots. “Apparently,” she says, glancing down at the Service Weapon. It feels right in her hand, and part of her hates that; hates that it feels like an extension of her. “They say I’m the Director.” “Director? Wait, so you’re the one in charge?” Alan lifts his head. His eyes are blazing. “Not Darling?” “You know Dr Darling?” Alan’s lips curl angrily. “You could say that!” His fist thuds off the glass with a dull thunk. “He’s been keeping me locked up and running experiments on me for – for I don’t know how long!”

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