Pseudo

[Oxidizer]

Type of Story: Trilogy

Rating: T (D)

Main Characters: Zoe McCallister, Tracey Thompson, Peter Baker

Genre: Sci-fi/Angst

Warning: Contains themes of human experimentation.

Summary: A shady government organization that has a founded interest in criminal intelligence seizes the opportunity to recruit their most valuable asset yet - the Summer Bay stalker.

Scattered

Like dolphins riding the waves of the ocean and rising up and down, the lab coated doctor present in the whitewashed room observed her subject's eyes flicker open; two glossy orbs of lightest hazel. The woman who remained handcuffed to the metal railings of the bed squinted agitatedly, accompanied by a cough, as the lady doctor flashed her light in her eyes, examining the measurements of her pupils. Dilated.

"She's awake." were the first words Zoe heard upon recovering from… whatever had happened to her. She didn't know. All she knew was that her head killed and it took a while for her eyes to adjust to the brightened facility she appeared to be trapped within. Not to mention that the voice had seemed to have been female, despite not having the slightest clue as to who that woman was; she didn't sound familiar. It didn't help that she had at least 3 blurred and distorted faces looming over her.

"About time." Agent Ryder, a peroxide blonde with spiky hair and unnerving amethyst eyes, decked out in a flash Cimmerian pinstripe suit, mused to himself, sharing Zoe's agitation. He had been waiting what seemed like an eternity for this one small moment.

Zoe groaned, attempting to sit up but instantly being restrained from doing so, the handcuffs kept her in her laying position. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her eyes wandered the room that she seemed to have been bound to. Her vision slowly began to clear. "Where am I?"

Agent Ryder motioned his head to the brunette who stood just a little from the bed. It was clear to her that he wanted Zoe out of earshot. "Thompson."

Without a moments hesitation, Tracey followed suit to accompany him by a bubbling water cooler, which was situated some distance from the door. "Sir?"

"I've got to inform the General of our guest's condition," Agent Ryder's voice was low and quiet, his eyes deviously bouncing back from Tracey to Zoe, making sure that they couldn't be heard, whilst all the while remaining what he had hoped was an enigmatic presence. To Zoe, he just looked shifty. "Just tell her the basics." he told Tracey adamantly, who nodded in agreement with a hint of intimidation. "I want to know of any changes immediately."

Tracey cleared her throat and nodded earnestly. "Understood." Unlike Ryder or Doctor Hale, who was busying herself taking blood samples from an understandably confused Zoe in the background, Tracey was the only one who seemed to have a playful side. Or at least wasn't as serious as the others.

Agent Ryder nodded his thanks before his voice grew louder, now getting the attention of both Zoe and Hale. "I'll be back soon." A faint smile appeared on his lips as he held his gaze upon the prisoner under their control before resuming focus back on Tracey. She swallowed hard when his eyes cut into her, silently urging her not to stuff this up or else. On that note, he glided across the room like some kind of phantom and vanished from amidst the doorway, which were similar to those at the abattoir.

Tracey's tense shoulders relaxed and sunk a little into her chest, a relieved sigh passed her lips as she tugged her pantsuit's jacket down, getting ready to have the long debated over talk with Zoe.

She approached the makeshift hospital bed and her usually husky and domineering voice -at least around Peter Baker, anyway- lowered the pitch and became a little more softer. "Zoe?"

The girl in question, still dressed in her plain black tank top and pants from the abattoir, looked up at her with a suspicious squint. She held this stance for a moment before fighting back the urge to grin when recognition hit her. "You're that detective, aren't you?" Zoe said using her arrogant voice from the interview room, making sure that she remained her composure.

"Yes." Tracey confessed after a brief second of silence, almost as if she forgot who she was. Her voice grew more confident when she saw Zoe's expectant stare look up at her; she looked a lot younger when she wasn't trying to break Constable Holden's arm. "I am."

Zoe feigned a pleasant smile before looking herself over, Tracey's eyes followed to fall over the handcuffs that bound the prisoner in place. Zoe looked up with an expression which was half-smug, half-aggravated. "Care to enlighten me as to what the hell's going on?"

"Yeah. Sorry." Tracey frowned with distaste to seeing yet another human being caged and imprisoned like that of an animal. She didn't believe in their system, this seemed wrong. It was wrong. She waved it off, "You're probably experiencing the effects of the drugs we gave you earlier." she explained, casually changing the subject and doing what Agent Ryder had asked of her.

Zoe blinked. "Drugs?"

"You were causing havoc in the transfer van, we had no choice but to give you a mild sedative." Mild? Zoe thought. From the side effects, the dosage they prescribed would probably have been enough to knock out a small elephant! "Doctor Hale here has been looking after you since." Tracey made a gesture to the lab coated woman in her early twenties, red hair dyed brunette with the roots beginning to show, and wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"So I'm in prison?" Under less confusing circumstances, Zoe probably would've confronted what she had been told, asking for specifics regarding the alternate substances they used on her, but the knowledge that she was now in maximum security took over any and all thoughts of being snarky. This was it. She was really behind bars. She bit the inside of her lip to prevent from crying in bitter anger. Her voice became more hostile and venomous, she snapped her head up from her lap to lock Tracey in sight. "How long have I been here?"

"We arrived just under 6 hours ago." Tracey explained formally. "You must be confused," a somewhat apologetic glimmer sparkled in her crystalline green eyes briefly. "Would you like anything, water?"

"If that's not too much trouble." Zoe squinted challengingly.

Tracey nodded to Doctor Hale who, within moments, returned from the cooler with a plastic cup of water, handing it to her. Tracey fought back the urge to roll her eyes; I'm not the one who asked for it! and handed it to Zoe, their hands briefly making contact that both of them secretly appreciated.

Zoe took the cup and slouched back down in a more comfortable position. "Thanks," she ushered quietly, not wanting to show her generous side. Only Sarah Lewis ever got to see that. She took a sip and placed the cup on the side, all the while Tracey watched. Doctor Hale was busy looking over her glasses at the pair as they engaged in conversation and took down notes on her clipboard in the background. "I imagine you're feeling the smug glow of victory right about now." Zoe finally spoke up, revealing what her true emotions were.

"Hmm?" Tracey frowned.

Zoe scoffed, glaring up at the alleged detective. "Not only did you pump me full of tranquilizers, you're the only person to have actually caught me." She disregarded the tyre factory fiasco as that was part of her ingenious plot to escape, with a little help from sweet Laura McPherson, of course. "You must be so proud."

"It wasn't personal." Tracey explained but didn't really know why. She didn't owe this woman - this killer - a damn thing. But for some reason she felt it necessary. "Unlike Detective Baker, I was just doing my job." Tracey looked down at the shiny and equally white floor to examine her shoes, which seemed scruffed and out of place in the laboratory-like hospital wing, before looking back up at an obviously intrigued Zoe, who appeared to be examining the older woman's characteristics with great detail. She wasn't like the others. "I would apologize but then I would be breaking my self-imposed code of conduct about sympathizing with serial killers."

Zoe chuckled softly. In another scenario, she undoubtedly would've corrected her on Tracey's hypothesis about her being a serial killer. Zoe had an urge for revenge, not the thrill of the kill. Those were merely casualties of war, a way of dispatching those who thoroughly deserved it or was simply in the way of her grander scheme. "You've got temperament," she playfully scrutinized the supposed detective. "I like you."

"Thank you," Tracey replied flippantly, making it come off as smug and not at all genuine, a means to stay on top of whatever game the prisoner in her command was surely playing. But underneath it all, Tracey was sincere.

Agent Ryder entered a dimly lit, dark oak office. Sitting at a desk with a green lamp positioned in the centre was a man wearing a black poloneck jumper, his face shrouded in shadow and unable to identify. "Sir?"

"Yes?" grumbled the voice from the large, leather chair. It squeaked as Ryder's superior looked up from a file he was reading prior to his lackey's entrance, and closed the cover before carefully placing it to the side with perfectionist mannerism. Everything was swathe and tidy with this mysterious man.

"It's Zoe McCallister." Agent Ryder shuffled closer to the desk. "She's awake."

A rich chuckle passed the General's lips as he leant back in his chair and clicked his knuckles. "Excellent. We can move on to the project's final stages at long last." his voice was insanely proud, almost excited at the prospect. After months of planning, their operation was about to come to a head. "I trust Agent Thompson is spinning her some bull about being in a legitimized correctional facility?"

Agent Ryder crossed his hands at his waist authoritatively. This was clearly a momentous occasion for them. "That's right."

"Then I assume you know your next assignment?"

"Indeed." Agent Ryder smirked. "Peter Baker is as good as dead."

NEXT TIME... Tracey's growing feelings for Zoe threaten to jeopardize The Agency's agenda. Zoe gets a surprise visitor who's as equally in the dark as she is. General Quinn's operation is clear when Agent Ryder recieves an ominous document.

[Sarah_Lewis]

Hee that was awesome andy =p cant wait to read more

[Drew]

Very secretive all this is Andy! Love your work! So descriptive really gets you in the mood!

I'm taking it this is set just after everyone thought Zoe was dead for the first time? And this is how she met Tracey? Am I right?

"Excellent. We can move on to the project's final stages at long last." his voice was insanely proud, almost excited at the prospect. After months of planning, their operation was about to come to a head. "I trust Agent Thompson is spinning her some bull about being in a legitimized correctional facility?"

Wonder what's going on there...

Can't wait for the next update.

[Oxidizer]

Heh. I'm glad you like it!

It's kind of like NOUAS but a little more darker and sci-fi.

I'm taking it this is set just after everyone thought Zoe was dead for the first time? And this is how she met Tracey?

Very close. This is set a few hours after Zoe was transferred to "the city" in Episode 4210. She's in prison but it's run by an untrusty (and nasty) group of government agents called The Agency.

The next part, called Mechanism, should be up either at the weekend or sometime next week. Or today if I feel in the mood. Either way, soon.

Thanks again for the feedback!

[swfc]

Andy, what can I say? It was excellent as always. Loved it heaps. Descriptive writing was really good as usual. You captured the atmosphere and the emotions all very well.

It's kind of like NOUAS but a little more darker and sci-fi.

Now I know why it was so familiar. Anyway, love all the whole secrecy stuff. Can't wait to find out more.

All in all, I loved it and can't wait to read more. Update soon.

[Oxidizer]

I'm glad you like it! And that you found it similiar to NOUAS. I wasn't too sure if it seemed rushed or not seeing as I typed that about 20 minutes before posting, not to mention I didn't check for typos. I was lucky there.

The Agency is the darker and more twisted version of The Corporation. By the end of the next chapter you'll get a definite idea of what their sinister agenda is. So, any guesses as to what it is before then?

[Oxidizer]

Got a teaser for you until I update (either tomorrow or in the week):

"The people in charge consider you a danger to the other inmates. Unless you show signs of remorse, you won't be granted transfer to one of the population wings."

If it was the prison's agenda to frustrated Zoe, it was definitely working. No matter how many questions she asked, she never got a straight answer. Even from Tracey. It was now or never to ask the one question that had plagued her mind for 7 days. "No offence, but why are you here anyway?" she quickly clarified when she noticed Tracey's pained expression. "You're a detective, not a prison guard."

Of all the questions she had to ask. But deep down she knew that it would happen; sooner or later. "I'm not…" Tracey pinched the bridge of her nose as she contemplated telling her the truth, not that Zoe would believe her anyway. It wasn't until she looked up at the ceiling in frustration that she noticed the surveillance camera's blinking red light. They were being watched. She swallowed nervously, having lost her bottle and closed up again. "It's complicated."

[Oxidizer]

Mechanism

The sound of bolts being drawn back on the armored door made Zoe's head whip up with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. She leaped up from her bed where she stood in preparation for her jailer to enter. Luckily for her, when the door finally opened, the face that peeked around the corner was one that she more than welcomed. "Tracey!"

Zoe had been moved to a segregated cell of her own the day after she awoke from the small coma she underwent due to the tranquilizer overdose, where she remained for the past week. In that time, she and Tracey had developed some kind of relationship. It was just the beginning, so they were a little tense around each other now and then; Tracey was breaking the one rule someone in her position should never do: fall in love with an inmate.

"Hi," Tracey anxiously ventured further inside the white-painted 5x7 cell. Usually she was up for a laugh, or at the very least came in with a smile, now it looked as though she was about to vomit.

Zoe inched closer where she held on to the older woman's arm comfortingly. "What's wrong?"

The brunette breathed a deep and calming sigh to brace herself for what she was about to say; she had no idea how Zoe would take it. "You've got a visitor coming in this afternoon." she informed worriedly. Zoe's face was filled with all sorts of different emotions, most noticeably confusion. Tracey elaborated. "It's Peter Baker."

"What?!" Zoe snapped. That was the last person she thought would want to pay her a visit. What did he have to say that was so important that he'd track all the way down to the city to tell her? And then it hit her. "No way in hell am I giving him the opportunity to gloat."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Tracey informed apologetically. She looked at the aggravated expression plastered across Zoe's face and felt awful about herself. She didn't sign up for this gig to cause this kind of anguish. "It's all part of the rehabilitation program."

Zoe let out a quiet laugh of disbelief. "What?"

Tracey sighed deeply as she circled Zoe to stand opposite, the sunlight that glistened through the barred winders was beginning to sting her eyes. "The people in charge consider you a danger to the other inmates. Unless you show signs of remorse, you won't be granted transfer to one of the population wings."

If it was the prison's agenda to frustrated Zoe, it was definitely working. No matter how many questions she asked, she never got a straight answer. Even from Tracey. It was now or never to ask the one question that had plagued her mind for 7 days. "No offence, but why are you here anyway?" she quickly clarified when she noticed Tracey's pained expression. "You're a detective, not a prison guard."

Of all the questions she had to ask. But deep down she knew that it would happen; sooner or later. "I'm not…" Tracey pinched the bridge of her nose as she contemplated telling her the truth, not that Zoe would believe her anyway. It wasn't until she looked up at the ceiling in frustration that she noticed the surveillance camera's blinking red light. They were being watched. She swallowed nervously, having lost her bottle and closed up again. "It's complicated."

"I don't understand." Zoe followed her secret girlfriend's attentive gaze on the camera. She always thought it was weird that the authorities were allowed to keep a constant eye on the prisoners, even in the so-called privacy of their own cell. She waved it off - for now - she had deeper concerns. Like what Tracey was hiding from her. She had no clue that they were connected, maybe on a subliminal level, but she didn't realize. "What are you saying, Trace?"

At that precise moment Tracey's pager bleeped and duty called. "I'm sorry, I got to go now." she looked up from the miniature digital screen to give Zoe an apologetic look. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "I'll escort you to the visiting room when the time comes."

Before Zoe could question her further, Tracey was out of the door and the all too familiar sound of nuts and bolts being locked was audible. She walked back to her bed where she sat down and sighed. The camera in the top right corner of the cell zoomed in.

Peter blinked, unable to comprehend what he had just been told. "What do you mean they're all dead?"

Agent Ryder looked down at the supposedly deceased detective with emotionless eyes, who was sat on a sofa in what looked like some kind of mansion quarters. Little did he know that it was a specialized unit in The Agency's prison. "Dennis Gillan, in an attempt to kill you off, caused an explosion at the barn." he dropped the bombshell on the man who was on the verge of crying. "You're the only survivor."

"No," Peter ushered defiantly; his eyes pained yet vacant. "It can't be possible."

Agent Ryder hid a smirk behind a feigned look of apology. Briefly thereafter he offered Peter a file that was held in his hands, crossed over at the waist. "I've got the incident report right here if you don't trust in my words."

Peter reluctantly took it after a small pause; he had to know whether or not what this man was telling him was true. He opened the cover and flipped through the pages, skimming through the information he had received until he saw detailed forensic photographs of the crime scene, suspects and deceased. Bile rose to the back of his throat as he offhandedly passed it back. He had seen enough.

The documents, of course, were all lies. It was The Agency that caused that explosion, using information Agent Thompson had passed on about Gillan from the night before as a scapegoat. They framed him in their ploy to apprehend the mechanism for Zoe's hate. It was all part of their maniacal yet brilliant plan.

"Me." Peter mumbled sullenly to himself, his eyes affixed to the sterile ground.

Agent Ryder looked up from clicking his briefcase shut, where he had just replaced the doctored report. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Peter looked up to face him; his face was void of emotion and his eyes rimmed with red from where he had swiped away his uncontrolled tears. He felt like he had been stabbed in the guts with an icy dagger, unable to believe -even after seeing the file- that Dan, Ryan, Leah, Amanda… were all gone. "He wanted me dead." he swallowed hard to prevent from venting out the hybrid of anger and despair that resided inside if him. "Yet I'm the one person who comes out of this alive. It's not right."

"Just be grateful that you're still here and in one piece." Ryder effortlessly attempted to give him some kind of comfort. He hadn’t even gotten to the part about Zoe yet.

Peter scoffed at the peroxide blonde's cold response. "In a medically sealed box?"

Agent Ryder's patience was fading rapidly. At first it had been something to look forward to, telling Peter about the mass loss of his loved ones, but now it was nothing short of tedious. He grew bored. "CID has arrested Gillan, but I'm afraid it's not enough to prevent him from trying another attempt at canceling you if he ever found out that you survived that explosion, which, of course, he's denying any involvement in." Ryder shook his head to punctuate just how awful the ordeal was. Or at least give Peter the impression that he was one of the good guys. "That madman has a lot of contacts. But don't worry, it's just until we set you up with a new identity."

"Oh, what's the point!" Peter stood up and snapped. He ran a hand through his roughed up hair in agitation as he confessed in a small voice. "I've got nothing left out there anymore."

"Now you know that's not true." Agent Ryder reminded, accompanied by a sly glint to violet eyes. "You have a son."

Peter looked up from the ground to face him in an instant. "How do you know about Drew?"

Agent Ryder's lips flickered up into a smirk. He stepped forward and inched closer. "There's a lot about you, detective, that we know." Peter squinted suspiciously, unsure of where the alleged witness protection agent was going with his revelation. "Just like we know that you've got a visit with Zoe McCallister in a couple of hours."

Peter's face was a picture. His eyes were filled with a mix of disbelief, dread and amusement. "You are joking?" he scoffed. "I don't have anything to say to that crackpot!"

"Sorry, dude, but it's not up for discussion." Ryder explained. "She's being transferred to a secure part of the building temporarily until the visits over."

Despite being infuriated with his situation, Peter appreciated it. His bitterness towards Zoe, for one small moment, erased the knowledge of what had happened to the residents of Summer Bay. "Why?"

"Rehabilitation." Agent Ryder deadpanned. "She's a danger to society - and the other inmates. You of all people know that." he paused to note Peter's stunned expression; he thought his days of dealing with the Stalker were far behind him. Ryder smiled pleasantly to Peter's nonplussed response. "So, is that a co-operative yes, detective?"

"Does it look like I have a choice?" Peter sighed in reluctance.

Agent Ryder shot him an amused smirk before approaching the door, not even looking over his shoulder to conclude his affirmation. "I'll come and collect you as soon as Tracey arrives with Zoe."

"Tracey?" Peter's head shot up. "As in Thompson?"

The mechanized bars drew back on the doors as the buzzer went off. Peter looked up from occupying himself with the sleeves of his hoodie as Zoe was escorted in the visiting room by two armed guards. He couldn't help but smile as Zoe cockily nodded her thanks to the uniformed men before waiting outside. Same old Zoe.

"Wow." Zoe smirked as she pulled up the only vacant chair opposite Peter's side of the table. "And here I thought you'd be dressed for the occasion." she noted his simple jeans and white hoodie, not to mention the stubble on his face from being comatose from the explosion. He looked rough.

"Still better than you." Peter challenged, his eyes wandered over the white prison uniform she was wearing. She looked as though she was in an American psychiatric ward than a prison.

Zoe shrugged unaffectedly as she crossed her hands on the table. "So, you agreed to the prison's ploy to rehabilitate me? I'm touched."

"The only thing you and I will ever agree on."

Zoe couldn't control the smirk that played across her lips. She leant forward. "Even when it's by Tracey?"

From behind the one-way window, Tracey watched on in unease as Ryder appeared to have shared Zoe's smirk.

Peter's jaw once again clenched. "What?"

"Thought that might wipe the smug look off your face." Zoe viciously spat. "All this time and you were making moves on a girl who preferred the woman's touch. I almost pity you."

"You're a liar." Peter waved it off, though the look of betrayal still evident. "Why should I believe you?"

"You don't." Zoe shrugged amusedly. "But the look on your face was something to savor." she allowed herself a soft chuckle. Peter looked set to break at this point; Zoe oblivious to the fact that her words weren't the reason, just the mechanism to trigger his earlier traumas. "Not to mention the fact that you'll no doubt be thinking about the possibility of us being together."

Peter bit the inside of his lip as the anger he suppressed bubbled back to the surface. "I've actually got more important things to be concerned about other than your twisted fantasies."

"Oh, yeah?" Zoe quirked an eyebrow. "Like what?"

This time it was Peter's turn to sneer. "You seriously haven't asked yourself why you've been brought to a witness protection safe unit to visit me, have you?"

"Witness protection?" Zoe frowned humorlessly. "What are you talking about? We're in maximum security."

"No, we're not." Peter furthered his challenge, more so to be proved right than any actual concern; he had no real reason to live for, other than Drew, but he knew that he was hidden away safely. It was an ego thing. "Agent Ryder showed me documents and everything."

Zoe's eyes were filled with all sorts of calculations and theories. "Agent Ryder?"

Tracey and Ryder shared an anxious look from behind the screen. Their subjects' voices radioed through the speakers of their audio equipment from recording the conversation between the two.

"Yeah." Peter replied in a tone in which you expected him to add the word 'duh' to at the end. "Why, heard of him, have you?"

Zoe shook her head at how stupid she had been and scoffed. "This wouldn't be the same Agent Ryder with the crazy eyes and white hair, would it?"

"That's him." Peter confirmed in slight unease. "How did you know?"

"I'm afraid we've been duped, Petey." Zoe bitterly twisted her mouth. "And by your lying bitch of a colleague, no less."

Peter followed Zoe's attentive stare, which traveled the room until it landed on the window. "Tracey?"

Tracey grimaced as she watched on apologetically, touching Zoe's outline through the glass as Agent Ryder led 4 other agents into the room to break up the reunion. In all her life had she never felt so awful about herself.

Zoe and Peter rose from their seats in unison as Ryder and his band of brutes burst through the door. "Right. Visit's over." he nodded to his lackeys to do the rest. "Get 'em out of here."

"Get off me!" Peter lashed out as two of the agents grabbed hold of him to pull him away, the other two did the same with Zoe and dragged her toward the exist.

"Let go!" she kicked and thrashed, but to no avail.

Tracey emerged from the doorway to try and intervene before realizing just who she was up against. She stood back and watched in reluctancy as Ryder's team broke them up.

"Tracey?" Peter asked with pleading eyes. "What's going on? Call them off!"

The brunette turned her head to the side so that she wouldn't have to look at him as the agents manhandled Peter out of the room. She regretted it when her eyes meet with Zoe's as she, too, was hauled out of there. "I'm sorry." Tracey whispered ruefully, hoping for forgiveness, but Zoe simply glared; no longer bothering to put up a fight as they took her away.

"Nice job, Thompson." Agent Ryder gave her a sarcastic pat on the shoulder. "Excuse me."

She watched on as he left the room, where she remained on her own. Alone.

"How did their encounter go?" General Quinn asked upon hearing the door open. It was as if he had sonar, he knew it was his second-in-command.

Agent Ryder let the door close on behind him as he further ventured inside the laboratory. Doctor Hale was performing some kind of surgery on an inmate hidden under the sheets of a medical trolley. "Like clockwork."

Quinn turned around to face Ryder who was now stood by his side. His amber eyes were like gemstones, hardened and full of sheer determination. He was no older than his mid-to-late twenties. "So Tracey did good on playing with Zoe's emotions?" Ryder nodded in confirmation to the General's inquiry. "And she and Peter both know that they're now in government territory?"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, but they certainly know that they're not where we've told them." Ryder clarified.

Quinn nodded satisfactory. "Well, maybe now I won't have Tracey killed for almost spoiling the surprise earlier."

"About that," Agent Ryder trod carefully, not wanting to upset his superior, who was younger than he was. "Do you really think she's fallen for Zoe McCallister?"

"I don't know, and to be honest, I don't care. They won't be seeing each other again." Quinn handed Ryder the file he was reading the week before in his office. It was time to unveil his project's blueprints. "Not now that we've accomplished what we set out to do."

Agent Ryder blinked to having gained access to The Agency's most protected information. He read the cover, which was labeled: Z.O.E. Version 2.0.

NEXT TIME... Tracey reveals The Agency's sinister agenda when she's taken off the assignment. Zoe and Peter are transferred to a section of the prison called The Pit - a virtual hell on earth. The General's mysterious project finally awakens.

[Guest [x]whacko[x]jen[x]]

Hehe! Loves it!

[Drew]

Andy I'll read ur next chap tomorrow! I haven't forgot about this fic