and turn her head slightly to
one side. “But we also know that your research into behavioral science is
highly evolved beyond your peers, and is also the closest match to the data
that we’ve gathered.”
“But my peer reviews have been awful!” Lorabell
exclaims with a look of both vindication and surprise.
“Anyone who is on the cutting edge of their
field will always be two things to their peers, and nothing more.” The
Congressman says reassuringly, putting his left hand delicately in the middle
of her back. “Hated and misunderstood.” He says briefly, holding up the index
and middle fingers of his right hand in front of her.
Although she appreciates Henri’s supportive
tone, his thick fingers on her back make Lorabell feel uncomfortable. She is
starting to regret wearing such a sexy lime green skirt with white stockings
and a royal blue blouse. Ever since she arrived, the technicians below are
seeming to find reasons to perform ‘maintenance’ right below the open end of
her small skirt. Despite the obstacles, Lorabell ascertains that this will be
a great opportunity for her, and she decides to shake off the glaring
perversions, focusing instead on the positive benefits.
“Well, let’s get started.” Henri says with
excitement, watching her reaction to the scale and scope of their operation.
“Maxwell, will you introduce the subjects of our case study for Ms. Cardigan?”
“This is May Ivory.” Maxwell begins, gesturing
toward the LCD panels at the far left. “She’s 25 years old, and has been living
in Virginia for the past year. As you can see here,” he points to the screen
with a laser pen, “May has suffered burns to over forty percent of her body.”
Lorabell shows a sudden concern and shared
connection with the lonely, young woman up on the screen. The video feed
depicts May Ivory working quietly at her computer, taking drinks from a bottle
of water ever few moments. Her deep blues eyes display emptiness under her
long mane of delicate, blonde hair. She has fair skin, pale and beautiful,
except in the places that are severely burned and scarred. Her face was mostly
untouched by the fire, except for under her jaw, and the area surrounding her
left eye and cheek.
“She was involved in an accident while traveling
through The Needle’s Eye on Needles Highway, South Carolina. May was riding on
the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle when he tried to pass a pickup truck.
Apparently, the driver of the pickup didn’t want them to pass, and sped up.
Her boyfriend tried to go faster on the motorcycle, the pickup truck responded,
and they crashed into the entrance of The Needle’s Eye. The tunnel is famous
for being one of the narrowest roads in America. Anyway, the truck caught fire
shortly after impact with the tunnel and pinned the couple against the rocks.
Her boyfriend died, she suffered burns over forty-percent of her body, and they
later found an engagement ring he was going to surprise her with on the trip.
The couple was on their way to visit Mount Rushmore. Now today, she is
considered a risk for gun violence because she frequents the shooting range at
least three times a week… It seems to help her get out the aggression. We’re
also concerned about an incident involving a dog that used to wander around her
luxury home, barking during the night, sometimes for hours. We know that she
suffers from migraines, and our video surveillance captured her threatening the
dog just a week ago with a revolver. May is also considered a risk for gun
violence due to her heavy use of pain medications… and susceptibility to
depression.”
“Next we have Ned Lawhorn,” Maxwell continues
with a nonchalant expression, pointing at the