For those of you who don't like Quinn (because she really isn't my favorite right now either), do note that she will have major character development.

HENRY VANDERWALL KNEW, roughly, what the new facility would look like, since he was one of the ones to help design it, but nothing could have prepared him for the enormous sight before him, especially with how insignificant the outside was.

The front of the facility only looks like a bunker: a tall mound of dirt with a giant rolling door. Granted, the opening was large enough to fit the cargo plane they had arrived in.

Once you entered, however, it was as grand and massive as one would expect from something out of Area 51. The airplane is towed forwards onto a platform, before it is lowered to the second level, which is below ground level, but the room is now tall enough to house a freight ship.

Military men and doctors in lab coats scurry about on the ground beneath him. Forklifts, carts, and supplies are being driven in all directions, most of the supplies making their way to the other end of the facility at another roll up door opposite the entrance.

Rolling hatches and sliding doors, some even two feet thick, are equally placed on all sides of the facility. If the doctor remembers correctly, the doors on the right side lead to the housing units, the left side is the offices and labs, while the opposite end is where the Subject will be kept.

The airplane is unloaded, and the Subject makes it's way to the exit, still enclosed in his metal abode. The doctor follows eagerly, snapping and giving out orders along the way.

Dr. Vanderwall is accompanied by multiple assistants, most of which he finds overly assertive. They follow him everywhere he goes now, since he is the one in charge of America's most audacious campaigns yet.

They pass through the exit into a large hallway. They shoes clack on the linoleum floors as they follow the Subject. The hallway stops at a junction. Before them is a glass wall that over looks the Subject's training center. One side of the room holds a full sized running track with a lap pool in the center. Beside the track, is a smaller area with various tools to test his strength and abilities. It is an odd set up, but was the only way to keep everything consolidated.

The hallway wraps all the way around the the Subject's Unit, one side all glass to view the training area.

"Its perfect. Absolutely perfect," he says, a smile coming to his face for the first time in what seems like years.

Unfortunately, the unit will not be used until the Subject wakes up. It should only be a few days, but the excited doctor can hardly wait.

*

"You've got to be kidding me," Quinn says, her voice angry.

She presses the end call button and places her phone back into her pocket. Her flight landed two hours ago and her father still hasn't come to pick her up yet. That was the sixth time she had called him. Quinn hadn't bothered leaving a message; he would know why she called.

She flicks her black hair behind her shoulders, relaxing back into the bench. Her hair isn't naturally black, she dyed it that color. Her fingers mindlessly toy with the rips in her camo skinny jeans as she blows a breath from her lips.

"Are you Ms. Harmony Vanderwall?" A voice says, startling Quinn from her boredom.

She looks up to see a man in a black suit. He seems young, twenty something. His arms falls loosely by his sides, his shoulders straight and chin high.

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Joseph Parker. Your father sent me to pick you up," he answers swiftly.

"Cool. Can we leave now?" She says, immediately standing.

"Right this way, miss."

She scurries quickly after him, her black combat boots clunking heavily on the concrete floor. She shakes her head quietly. Her dad had the time to ask someone to pick her up, but not call her back? She is reminded, once again, why she hates him.

As they exit, Quinn eyes a giant, taxidermied bear warily. It is massive, at least twelve feet tall, or around four meters. She notices a plaque about it, but there is no time for her to read it before it is no longer in sight.

"There is a story behind that bear, you know?" Joseph suddenly says.

"Obviously. They have it on display in an airport."

The man only smiles. "The campsite of a missing hiker was found, along with parts of his body. A discarded pistol was also found on the scene, all the bullets shot. The authorities easily recognized it as a bear attack and sent out a search party to hunt it down.

"It was a few weeks later when a hunter came across a brown bear that stood over twelve feet tall. It took eight shots to bring the bear down. An autopsy revealed the missing hiker and the six missing bullets from the hiker's pistol."

Quinn stares up at the young man in shock. "Are you serious? So, is that the bear that was killed?" She asks, gesturing back at the no longer visible taxidermied bear.

"Sure is. It is there as a reminder that it is dangerous in Alaska."

The sliding doors to the outside open, a huge gust of wind blowing into their faces. Quinn shivers, a startled sound escaping her throat as she pulls her coat tighter around herself. Again, Quinn realizes, it was a terrible idea to move here. Especially during the winter.

Thankfully, they don't have to walk far, as a black SUV awaits them underneath the pavilion. Joseph takes her bags for her as she rushes into the backseat of the idling car, not even bothering to wait for Joseph.

Slamming the door shut, warm air wraps around her already shivering form, even though she only spent a few seconds in the blistering cold.

Soon enough, Joseph climbs into the other side, and the driver pulls out of the parking lot. No words are said, and Quinn finds herself enjoying the easy silence. She pulls her ear buds from her pocket and begins the arduous task of untangling them. Popping the in her ears, she puts on Panic! At the Disco to start the journey.

Thirty-two songs later, and Quinn is exceedingly bored. First the plane ride, though she slept through most of it, then the wait at the airport, and now the long drive. Quinn feels as though her butt has become one with the chair.

The ride has consisted of trees, trees, and more trees. The car rounds a gentle bend to reveal a very surprising sight: more trees.

"Do you know how much longer?" She asks Joseph, who was previously typing away on his cell phone. He glances up at her, his blue eyes settling on her bored dark ones.

"Uh," he glances at his watch, which she notices is in military time. "About another three hours."

*

It is safe to say Quinn was not in a good mood when they arrived. Five hours in the car was not good for her emotional health, or maybe she was just being dramatic, but really, who lives this far out anyways?

Oh, that's right, she and her crazy dad do.

Upon entering the base, however, she realizes they are definitely not the only ones living here.

Men in uniform guard all entrances and exits to the base, military transport vehicles are parked in rows along the gravel parking lot surrounding what looks like a large bunker.

The vehicle quickly passes the strange underground building, leaving Quinn wondering what could possibly be hiding behind its heavily armoured exterior.

They continue down the gravel road until the trees open up to reveal small, boring, identical houses. Quinn scoffs in distain, slumping her frame back down into the seat.

"You've got to be kidding me," she mumbles to herself. "Military housing? Really?"

All of the houses are single storey brick homes painted a khaki brown color. They are all rectangular in shape, resembling house trailers. There are only a few houses, so it doesn't take long for the SUV to come to, what Quinn assumes, is their house.

Joseph is kind enough to get her luggage, but she doesn't thank him. Instead, she takes the keys, and lets herself in.

The entire interior of the little house is a disgusting brown color. She struggles to hold down vomit at the sight: economy vinyl floors, faux oak cabinets, grey formica countertops, white appliances, and a dusty brown couch that had clearly seen it's better days.

All of the stuff they brought with them from their old home is in boxes on the floor, none of them having been unpacked, despite Quinn's father having been here two days before her arrival.

"Is there anything else you need, miss?" Joseph says after he places the last of her luggage in the bedroom.

"No," she says sourly, slumping onto the couch. She sighs, realizing that probably wasn't the nicest thing to say, but she can't bring herself to care.

"Do... do you know when my dad will be back?" She asks quietly, stopping the soldier in his pursuit of the front door.

"Dr. Vanderwall? No, but he shouldn't be long." With that, he opens the door and closes it behind him.

Doctor Vanderwall, Quinn mocks in her mind. How great and intelligent you are.

And yet, you cannot bring yourself to care about your own daughter.