The Red Dragons 2

"YES SHE DOES THOSE DOCTORS ARE DOING BAD THINGS! I HEARD THEM MYSELF!"

"And where are these 'doctors' have you seen anyone else but us here?"

"I HAVE I EVEN SAW YOU WITHOUT A SCAR AND THIS GUY!"she got the photo of the doctor and Beatrice "I SAW THEM ALL! THE WORLD TURNED BLURRY AND WEIRDLY COLOURED AND I SAW LOTS OF PEOPLE I SAW HER WITH READY TOO!"

"And where are all those people now do you think?"

"I DIFFERENT LEVEL THE LESS CREEPY ONE?WHERE ELSE?"

"There is no 'less creepy' one."

"Yes there are!I can prove it!"

"Do it then."

Grabs his hand and takes it with the door with the blood. Once there Zhao begins emptying the table looking for a disc

Waits.

"Dfound it!"takes his hand puts it in

"..." Still waiting

"Why doesn't it work?..."hit it

"Discs go in a machine." He thinks she is an idiot

"You were nicer when we first met"puts it in the machine. Why is he so mean?

Magicy effect happens. He is getting annoyed with her digging into his history.

"See?We are going to a less creepy place"
Whaaaai? She is curious and it will surely kill her

"We're not going anywhere we're in the exact same place." Non-scar Red walks past the doorway

"Look nicer Red!"points

"..." Not impressed. Non-scar walks down the hall where the security guy is

Zhao follows non scar one .

Security guy speaks "Another flawless mission is I take it.
"I was just doing my job."
"You know Sanders had a breakdown the other day. Saw a little kid having his arms torn off by some nightmarish beast, kid just kept screaming and screaming for help and he couldn't do anything about it. Now he's in the med ward with a load of drugs hooked up to his arm just to keep him from hurting himself."
"Is there a point to this story?"
"For most people watching people die day in day out while you try just to keep them alive is enough of an emotional toll to make any man age a decade just from stress. But you, for you its just a job."

"Don't say such mean things...I'm sure he is scared too..."

"I follow orders. That's all."
"Hmph. They're all afraid of you you know. You never speak to any of them. Never show any sign of fear. Of worry. Of remorse. No signs of emotion. Some of them call you 'Mr. Death' for the way you will your prey so effortlessly."
"I don't care for gossip."

"..."