Needles flashed in her vision, held by gloved hands, and Anya strained against chains, binding her at her wrists. She tried to scream, but nothing came out, and it left her gasping for air.

You 're needed for more tests, Test Subject 007.

The clinical white lights burned her, and she tried to close her eyes against it, but when she opened them again, the room had changed, and a woman in a white lab coat towered over.

The doctor has ordered more blood work for you, Miss Forger.

Anya sat up from the hospital bed, and tried to run, but pain seared her shoulder as a gunshot rang out.

Anya! Anya, wake up!

Rough hands shook her arm, and Anya gasped awake, seeing only darkness around her. Sweat-soaked pyjamas clung to her, and Anya brought a hand to her forehead, moving the damp strands of hair away from her eyes.

'It 's alright, you 're safe now ' '