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"War... is nice. War is a simple thing. You have allies and enemies, and civilians. You protect the civilians, you kill the enemies, you follow your orders... your commanding officer's orders nearly get you killed. Then, if somehow your squad survives long enough, your commanding officer gets promoted despite being a moron" That's a bit of satire soldiers used to share over the dinner table. Not anymore though. Most people don't even know what satire is. They literally don't know the meaning of the word. And they don't bother to find out either. They weren't always like this though. Used to be that society was a very controversial argumentative thing. There was tell of a thing called opinions, which would spark said arguments all the time. People thinking they were right, other people trying to prove them wrong. Eventually the latter would give up because usually the former were too stupid and stubborn to admit to their mistake. Most people would say that's bad. But is it worse than how it is now? Who knows. Not a lot of the ones from those times are alive to remember and complain how things used to be better. Now the young inherit what's left of the world while the old sit back in their rickety chairs in the dark, mumbling to each other. But who cares about the old anyway? Nobody, that's who. So let's look at young ones.
One example would be Colonel Gilmore Floyd. Don't let the rank fool you, it just means he's a slice above the rest. It doesn't really mean anything but it's meant to make people feel good about themselves. Plus, military service is always good if you want a special privilege or two here and there. But let's not digress more than we have already. His more or less easy, patrol, peace-keeping, etc. And it just so happened that today, he had to interrogate a bunch of prisoners they had captured. Insurgents or raiders or something. Not that there's really a difference. He put on his jacket and his cap and left his office at the military camp where he worked. It was more of a booth to be frank but anyways. He went to the interrogation cage where most prisoners are put in temporary confinement. In reality it was an old zoo cage with a bit of newspaper padding on the ground and barbed wire horizontally wound around the bars due to cutbacks. Not that anyone seemed to complain. Aside from the prisoners themselves, of course.

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The inside of the cage held several new prisoners and all but one were men. The guards that were outside of the holding cell looked as Gilmore walked into the room and surveyed the people. They gave a salute and stood in attention to the higher ranking officer.

"You have the choice of interrogating the raiders or the head of the attack, Sir. take your pick." This was the large guard standing in front of the door talking. Looking over the prisoners, Gilmore tried to make assumptions of who was the leader of the group. There were two large black men, dressed in rags for clothes, but still looked like they could bring down several men in one try. Another man was in the corner, cowering and sniffling. Another sat beside the female, one foot touching hers in a way of telling her it would be okay. Through observations, Gilmore knew that this was a weak group of individuals, but held a strong leader within them.

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The woman felt the pressure of the foot against hers. She knew that he was scared and that he felt like he would be killed. She wanted to kick his foot away but knew that it would only make matters worse.

This woman sitting on the floor of this dirty cage is known to be Raenna Blake. She is infamously the ranking officer in her legion of misfits and outcasts that come together and raid places that seem to have no chance. They were fighters, Raenna made sure of it. She was a free thinker, most of these people she traveled with were. Many people never understood why someone would risk their life to let another person understand if they were wrong or right. No one was dumb enough to have an opinion anymore. But Raenna found a group of individuals who were. This woman was dangerous in so many different way, from her beauty to her brains. She was a threat to everyone.

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The colonel looked them over. Scanning through the lot he mentally cleared each of them as possible leaders. There was only the girl sitting calmly. He smirked, then turned to the officer next to the cage "Take the girl to my office. With handcuffs. Oh, and, ready your guns. If I give the signal, which I will give if the the girl fails to comply" he said, glaring at her "Feel free to shoot each of them, and drop their bodies outside the safe zone. A message for their friends, hmm?" He knew how to handle prisoners, more or less. If they're in a group, find the leader, threaten the underlings. If that doesn't work, well... there were methods still. Well, only one, to be honest. Find the weakest link. He didn't much care how he did his interrogations. Either way was always fun for him.
The soldiers all aimed their guns while one of them opened the cage and grabbed the girl by the forearm, pulling her out. While Gilmore headed back to his office, the officer followed after him, bringing the prisoner along. Once they were inside, and she was cuffed to the back of the chair, the colonel sat down across from her, behind his desk while the guard stood by the door. Gilmore smirked and leaned back in his chair "Now then, I hope you'll comply. 'Otherwise...' I'll let you finish that sentence for me" he said as he fiddled with a pen from the desk.

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She looked over him as he sat behind his desk. She studied the way he handled the pen and the way he placed his feet when he walked. She wanted to know and remember things about him. Many small things show during a battle. A small smirk was on her face as she twitched her head to move some hair that was in her face. She looked around the room for a moment and he noticed how she tool great care to memorize everything she could. She slowly nods her head and brings her eyes to rest with his. They were very dull and sunken in but held a certain form of mystery.

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He waited for her reply. She was studying him, obviously. Clever of her, astute even. The top brass didn't like people like her. Wolves, they called them. And wolves, as those in the farming business know, are a blight on every farm. That, however only peaked Gilmore's interest. He couldn't help but smirk "Well aren't you a clever girl. Can you speak?" he said, mockingly, as if to a dog "Come on, girl, speak"

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Her small smirk went away at the comment. She didn't care much for sarcasm nor did she care for rude comments. "Of course I can speak." she says bluntly. She had a bit of a southern accent to the way she spoke. A small and rare thing. She never took her eyes off him, watching his face for expressions and for any slight mood change.

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He smiled, disregarding her accent as a trivial thing, and said "Good. Now then. You're the leader. I want information. How many are in your band total and where is your hideout?"

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She tilted her head to the side a bit, contemplating his questions and thinking of her answers. Giving away her people would mean mass murder and taking away what is left of the free thinking world. She watched him for a moment longer. "Yes, some form of leader. I never took the time to count how many people I had. Nor do we hide." she explained simply.

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"I see" he said, tapping his chin and rocking gently in his chair before putting his feet down and leaning forward on the desk "Then answer me this. Do you want to keep them alive?" He realised she wasn't a sheep, so negotiations or threats would do little to her. Torture would only increase hostilities and make her less receptive until it killed her. So he was moving to plan D, C being the torture.

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she looks at him for a moment, weighing her options and deciding on the outcomes. "I'd like to keep them yes. They make a nice team." she replies to him, moving her feet and stretching out a bit. She was also playing with the cuffs on her hands, trying to find a way out of them or a way around them. "Why do you ask?" she questions, looking at him with her deep grey eyes.

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"Well..." he sighed "Officially people like you are, to put it lightly, scum, in the face of the top brass. And are warrant to nothing further than death. Of course most civs don't know anything about you lot. We make sure to keep it all nice and tidy, under the rug, behind the curtains, etc. But... in reality we've done this more than once and it's helped us keep things going. By which I mean, hiring you and putting you and your renegades at the military's disposal. If you agree to it you'll be spared. You'll be put under close observation of course" he leaned back again "You'll basically be attack dogs whom we will release whenever we need more manpower. You'll be given basic accommodations, a roof over your heads, three square meals, beds, toilets, a bathroom but the place you will be living in is in a way, a POW camp. There will be guards, fences, the works, anyone who dares to escape or harm a soldier will be executed on the spot along with any collaborators they may have. That's the best I can do and it's the best offer someone in your position can get"

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She thought in her mind the idea of bringing her people to this place, to live under confinement and constant guard. The idea of having a thumb just above her head that would squish her if she thought of biting the hand that fed her. She looked out the small window and watched the sun peak through the clouded sky. She moved her head to look back at him and a piece of hair falls in her face. "Alright.. I'll agree to your terms so long as I get to train them myself. My people trust me more than they would trust you. And I need material to read from. I get very bored some days and need something to entertain me. And.. I'll personally need a weapon of some sort, to keep for myself." she states, keeping an even gaze with him as she moves to sit back up. She was slowly working her hands out of the cuffs that binder her hands together, feeling the metal pinch her skin but continuing to move against it. Trying to get out of them.

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He chuckled at her. He could hear her trying to wiggle out of her cuffs. She was feisty, he'd give her that. And he thought that cute, in a way. But any dog could be made to obey. Just like cats eventually learn how to behave "Good. Training isn't what we care about. We care about obedience. It's simple really. You're told to jump, and you jump. If you don't, you're shot in the foot, then you're asked to jump again. And that's a metaphor which I'll leave you to decipher for yourself" he leaned forward and got up "That'll be all. I'll have the men escort you and your entourage to your new living quarters" he snapped his fingers and signaled to the guard who was standing by the door to come take her away. He did so and headed with her out the door. On their way however Gilmore stopped them "By the way, please tighten her cuffs. Oh, and girl, even if you made it out of this office the base is crawling with guards and has several watch towers. You'd be riddled with led before you could even make five steps. Get used to it, wolf. Bad dogs get punished. Good dogs stay alive. Those are the rules. Break them at your own risk" he said before gesturing for them to leave and sitting down and leaning back, sighing and muttering to himself "Good dogs stay alive..."

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"Good dogs stay alive..." she sighed as the guard took her away from the small office and down the hall. As the guard walked her took hold of her cuffed hands and tighten the cuffs around he wrists until they were flush with her skin. Trying to get out of the cuffs was not something she was doing to get away, it was something she was doing to test her boundaries, to test how far she could go before the lead in the guns on every man went into her body. She thought of how he said they only care of obedience. A good dog can obey without behaving. There are ways around what they say, loopholes she could crawl through to get what she wanted along with other things. The thought of his small chuckle and smile creeped along the edge of her mind as well, the words charming yet firm coming to mind. If this weren't the case she would have fancied getting to know him better. But alas, she wouldn't know him any better then the man with the leash, pulling it tighter with every step she took, watching and waiting for her to screw up so he could personally punish her.

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She was escorted outside and back to the cage, informing his fellow officers of the colonel's orders, which, by his interpretation were 'to bring the rest of the bandits around the back of the building and to load them up on the armored vans, no questions asked'. A group of soldiers opened the cage and brought them all out, shoving them to move forward in a single line, along with Raenna. There were three reinforced steel vans outside, the back big enough for six or eight people but completely dark dark, aside from the two small windows on each of the back doors. Everyone was loaded, with the band's leader, and the soldier escorting her in the first one. The back doors slammed shut, followed by a locking click. A few seconds later a small hatch opened in the front. The soldier said something about 'Dog house 7'. The driver nodded silently and closed the hatch. The trucks started up and slowly drove out. From there it was a long and silent drive, about two and a half hours, before they finally stopped. There was some chatter out in front, followed by the sound of a large gate being opened before the vans moved forward again, if just a few meters before stopping again. The driver got out and soon after the back doors were unlocked. A group of men, dressed more like guards ushered the passengers out, their guns trained on them in case anyone made so much as a wrong twitch. The place they found themselves in was a large area surrounded by three layers of metal fence topped with barbed wire. There was a watch tower going around the inner part of it, each about 200 meters apart. All of these surrounded a four story perfectly rectangular apartment building with thick bars on each window and reinforced steel for every door. The roof was topped with barbed wire, as well as four watch towers on each end. Despite that, the compound seemed to have a rather large playground, with groups of bandits walking about, talking, beating on each other, playing cards for cigarettes and so on. They all turned to look at the newcomers with a hostile, yet apathetic glare. Though they noticeably made sure to keep their eyes off the guards, shrugging away each time one would look at them. By all means this was a prison, pure and simple. At least at first glance. 

 

The new prisoners were escorted inside and each went through a register before they were given a jumpsuit and told to move along further in, where each of them was brought to a cell block and shoved in a cell. The cells themselves were lit by nothing else than the corridor lighting, the corridors themselves had windows, too high to reach and blocked by thick metal bars. The cells were simple, consisting of two beds, a sink with a mirror and a toilet, and currently most of them seemed empty, but showing signs of occupation.

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Raenna was pushed into her cell and she stumbled a bit but gained her balance and turned to watch the door close on her. "So much for freedom.." she mumbled to herself as she turned again to look at her cell. She shook her head and sighed as she saw the small and confined space. The bed was a good size but didn't look at all comfortable. The bathroom was good enough, but she was a bit upset that she didn't have much natural light. She liked the warmth of the sun. She moved over to the steel door and looked at it closely. It was thick and definitely sturdy. She looked at the small barred window that opened to the hallway. She gave a small sigh and smiled a bit. She looked out and saw a guard walking the length of the hallway and she let out a loud whistle. When he moved to look at her she stuck her hands out of the window between the bars. "Hey, I need to talk to someone. He promised reading material.." she said sternly. She didn't care about the confinement, she just wanted something to free her mind. To make her think and give her the room to free her thoughts. This is what the world has become. "Plus, when do I get to greet the others. I'm dying for some sunshine and social interaction." she says simply, letting her hands relax and leaning her head against the bars. "this place is going to be a zoo when I'm finished with it." she mumbles to herself.

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The guard walked up to her cell "Quiet. Here's the drill, fresh meat: you get privileges for compliance and good behavior. You have two hours a day to spend outside, six hours of sleep, an hour for each meal and ten hours of labor. If you're here then I'm sure you know the rule. Bad dogs get punished, good dogs stay alive. So be a good dog and you might stand a chance of making it out of here" he said before walking away.

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she smiled a bit and shook her head. "Good dogs stay alive..." she said softly, pulling away from the door and sighing. She moved over and made herself slightly comfortable on the bed. She thought about what these people must feel taking these orders. She knew she could never force people to do something they didn't want to do. She thought of what she is going to do for the rest of her life. Work, eat, sleep, fight. What a life to live she thought. She needed to get out of here. This was not the place for her. She did not belong in a cage. She is not a dog, she is a wolf. And wolves are meant to be wild.

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Over the next few days the system of regulations and restrictions was swiftly made apparent to everyone of the newcomers, including Raenna. The guards ran the place like it was a police state and they were the police. They had full control and freedom to do as they wished with anyone who would misbehave. Some of the older inmates would receive small privileges such as a few cigarettes, or very rarely a book, or a roll of toilet paper. Just basic necessities which could make life in here somewhat more bearable. There were some among Raenna's band who would try to be tough, rile the others up, start a fight or something. However nobody bought into it. They all stayed quiet while the provocateur was beaten up by the guards and hauled off somewhere. The inmates only knew it was some place underground. Ones who had been there before refused to talk about it, only managing to say it was dark and quiet. A week later the guy from her group was returned but now he seemed docile, quiet and reserved. He never attempted to misbehave again after that. 

A month passed since they were imprisoned when Gilmore decided to pay his new associate a visit. He was wondering if she was still tough after a month in there. If she was clever enough to stay out of trouble maybe. Worst case scenario she would've learned the ropes by now, more or less. She'd have to. In fact he was hoping for it, in a way. He liked the ones who had fight in them, the wolves, and all the while he despised the sheep. They were lambs for the slaughter, he always thought. In fact he was sure he could kill ten in broad daylight and the others would stare for but a minute before moving on with their lives. They were passive, stupid, easily subdued and pleasured. He could really do anything to them and nobody would've cared. Even things like rape were reduced to nothing but the equivalent of a mugging or pickpocketing. As he felt a surge of rage building up he shook off the thoughts and looked back at the road to the side of his window, quickly passing by him. This far out there weren't any holographic walls or billboards. There was no point of them, none of the civs came out here. And the ones who did were already aware of the world around them. After a while the van stopped as they had reached the dog house. He stepped out and shortly talked with some of the guards, who directed him inside. There, at the reception desk, he asked for the girl fitting Raenna's description to be brought out into the visiting room before heading there himself.

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Raenna was sitting in her bed facing the wall, sketching something With a charcoal rock she had found in the yard during her couple hours of outside time. She spent most of her night drawing, not much of a sleeper. As she finishes a part of her drawing she hears the harsh cranck of metal that sounds when her cell was being open. She looks over and sees the familiar guard standing there with a set of cuffs ready. "Hey, come on. Someone is here to see you." He says in his monotone voice. This guard had grow a small liking for Raenna but only as much as a owner would like a pet. She sighed and slipped off her bed, standing with her arms behind her. He moved over and cuffed her, again making sure they were tight. He pulled on them to guide her down hallways and through doors. She was turned into an unfamiliar room with a table and a couple chairs. The guard sat her down and uncuffed her hands only for them to get recuffed to the ones in the middle of the table. She shook her head a bit and gave a small laugh. "Always know how to treat a lady." She says to herself as she is left in this room for a couple moments. She hears the door behind her open and close and in a moment the officer that she met in the beginning sat down across from her. He was still attractive considering what position she was in. She Gabe him a grin and looked him up and down. '"Just couldn't stay away now could you?" She says softly watching him with her unnatural eyes.

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He leaned back and smirked "Still have that attitude about you I see" he couldn't help but chuckle "So then, how's life in the dog house? You seem quite well for someone in your position so I'd have to say pretty good" If anything she didn't seem particularly changed at all. Of course, first impressions can be deceiving. 

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She gave a faint smile at his question. She had ran into a couple problems with guards, becoming too friendly and wanting a bit more than needed. She of course handled herself well and handled them even better, putting them in check. Not without punishment but she stayed away from beating and of course rape. She shrugged and fiddled with the metal on her wrists. "No problems really, I can hold my own here." She says softly, "But I'm getting quite bored during the night."

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He frowned "Then I suppose you haven't been to the underground yet. Pity" he leaned forward "It seems I'll have to talk to the guards to make things interesting for you. And I don't mean dropping the soap. It's apparent something's wrong if they're being so lax with you. You need to learn that as long as you have a leash on you you're a dog. Got that?" he said, glaring at her.

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She smiled and leaned forward on her arms. "You can put a leash on a wolf but eventually it will lash out. I could be here for years... I have my pride and my strength." She says not breaking contact with his eyes.

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