AD7 had some doubts about them. It was apparent that they were responsible for her being here. Why she was here was still a mystery. All but one of them wore cloaks completely hiding their form from her, not a good first impression. She could only tell their heights. The shortest one seemed to be their leader. She had spoken for the group before and the other cloaked figures seemed to flank her.
AD7 looked at the leader to address the group on the other side of the glass, “What do you want me to,” AD7 moved as she addressed them and only to noticed she had the barest of coverings, “Where are my clothes?!” She covered herself as best she could with the sheet provided but it was really thin.
The short one handed the microphone to the one without the cloak. “They must have been destroyed in the explosion,” he said calmly.
“What explosion?” She remembered no explosion, only sitting and enjoying a drink. A sudden fright to her left, then she was here.
“You’re waking up in a Rejuvenation Center.”
That was a possible explanation, a Rejuvenation Center. Then she was killed in an explosion. That also explains the machines and why she was so thirsty. She was never one to take dangerous missions. What could cause the explosions? She could not remember!
The leader says something to the others. The two larger cloaked figures and the uncloaked male leave the room. The leader takes off her cloak while she and the other female go into the room with AD7. AD7’s suspicions were confirmed. This lady was really short, much shorter than average. Her skin was black as soot with large golden spots everywhere. She had a normal looking grey tunic. The only thing strange about it was that it was covered in large black characters. They seemed familiar but she could not read them.
Without her cloak, her guns became much more apparent. Her muscles were unnatural for the average woman. She had to be a dangerous fighter. She also had four blasters and two daggers holstered to her body. Her serious gaze radiated beauty and her eyes glowed slightly with an electric blue hue.
They walked into the room and the leader placed her cloak onto AD7. Now covered and slightly more private, AD7 felt a little more comfortable talking to her. Their leader continued, “My name is Tirzah Hang. We represent the city of Sanity. Our best builder has gone and you are the best suited to help us,” she paused reading the look on AD7’s face, “I’m sorry for your confusion. We will help you piece your life together. However, we really need your help if you are willing.”
AD7 still had her doubts but was quick to decide. They had already helped her so much and have promised to help her more. Maybe the cloaks were just some kind of uniform. The least she could do was to help them as best she could. “Okay, sure. Consider it a ‘thank you’ for bringing me back.”
“Thank you Aa Dee Seven. We will see what we can do to help you discover who you were and help you get used to the changes.”
“Changes?”