The name game
Scion was not given access to his files. He knew there was a good chance that he wouldn't , but now it had been confirmed. The man wasn't happy about it, but he didn't complain. He knew he couldn't , it wasn't in his programming to. However he was given a name. Keller. Keller. A name that he was told was given to him by the scientists that created him, but was that true? Probably not, after all if they lied about Scions name, what else had they lied to him about? Did he really have a parents? Was he not a test tube baby as he had been raised to believe?
Keller was such a common name.
The past few hours Scion had been in the library of their station, pouring over books. Reading, researching. Trying to find if there was anything , anything at all that could help him in his quest. All the books they had issued here were standard military reading, date books, strategies, maps, history. Nothing that was proving to be useful to the telekinetic.
A grunt of irritation left the soldier as he sat back in his chair, a head ache growing more and more obvious as time went by. Blue eyes glanced at the clock in the wall, frowning at the time. Oh, he had been so busy with trying to find out who he was that he had completely forgotten to take his shot of Banshee. Addiction was a bad road to be on, but Scion was there. He let out a sigh, reaching in to his vest and pulled out a small hard covered case and flipped it open on to the table. A syringe and a bottle of liquid were there. He lifted the needle in to his hair, eyes glowing green as he rolled up the sleeve of his tattooed arm and picked up the glass vile of green liquid and stuck the needle in there, sucking the material in to the needle.
Ah, sweet relief from this migraine was soon to come.
Keller was such a common name.
The past few hours Scion had been in the library of their station, pouring over books. Reading, researching. Trying to find if there was anything , anything at all that could help him in his quest. All the books they had issued here were standard military reading, date books, strategies, maps, history. Nothing that was proving to be useful to the telekinetic.
A grunt of irritation left the soldier as he sat back in his chair, a head ache growing more and more obvious as time went by. Blue eyes glanced at the clock in the wall, frowning at the time. Oh, he had been so busy with trying to find out who he was that he had completely forgotten to take his shot of Banshee. Addiction was a bad road to be on, but Scion was there. He let out a sigh, reaching in to his vest and pulled out a small hard covered case and flipped it open on to the table. A syringe and a bottle of liquid were there. He lifted the needle in to his hair, eyes glowing green as he rolled up the sleeve of his tattooed arm and picked up the glass vile of green liquid and stuck the needle in there, sucking the material in to the needle.
Ah, sweet relief from this migraine was soon to come.