Jared

I rolled my eyes as the others started to play a game of truth or dare. I would have joined them but I had some other matters that urgently required my attention, the results of the lab work were coming in. Kimberly had, at my direction, stayed in the lab and looked pleadingly at me as I walked in.

"What news do you have?" She asked.

"I don't know yet," I walked over and began reading the results. I frowned, "This is impossible and very bad."

Her expression became one of fear, "What's wrong with me?"

"According to this," I took a moment to double check. "Nothing."

She stood up, "And that's a bad thing?"

"Yes," I said frankly. "It means what is wrong with you is even more serious than I thought and my machine can't detect it, meaning..." I trailed off.

"Meaning what?" She looked frightened.

"You know," I changed the subject and walked closer with a syringe full of a sedative. "For a spy you really don't have good composure. I would think this wouldn't worry you at all."

"I'm faced with an outcome that could be worse than death," She explained. "Death doesn't scare me. The powers you people have, that worries me."

"Us people?" I laughed. "You are one of us, or didn't he tell you that. You don't have the powers like we do but whatever he did caused this problem you are now experiencing." I put the sedative on the table next to her, "Roll up your sleeve, I need a blood sample, then you can go join the others. If the danger isn't serious there is no need to keep you in here. I'd rather you became friends with the rest of us."