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her “birthing” time.
    Sure, she was supposed to be different, because they had found a way to train her before she was “birthed“, but how could she be that much different?
    He shook his head in bewilderment, and turned to leave, when suddenly he heard a dull, thumping sound come from within the lab. This was when he noticed that the door was closed, but not so much that it had tripped the lock.
    He started to reach for the handle, but he froze. He did not have approved access to this room, despite the fact that he had once been inside there to program her computer skills. Computers were his place... his reason for even being in this facility, and nothing else.
    Then it came again... three light thumps.
    His curiosity was overwhelming, and no one would know that he peeked inside, as he used his elbow to nudge the door open.
    He heard the sound once more before he stepped into the lab, but everything was quite dark. He wanted to run back out, but something inside of him would not allow it.
    "Hello," he muttered softly, as he glanced around. It seemed that no one else was there.
    Then he heard it again, but the thumps had grown softer, and when he looked up to where the sound had come from, his jaw dropped. It was Viper, and she was awake inside of her tube, staring right back at him.
    His first thought was to run and report what he had seen. As he turned, he could not help but to look upon her once more.
    Charlie could see the glint of light off her pale green eyes, and her expression was that of confusion mixed with fear. He knew that he should tell someone, but as she pressed her hands against the glass he could feel her pain.
    For an instant, he glanced down at her perfect, petite body, only to fight off his instinctual feelings, before looking back up at her.
    When he did, he found her trying to tell him something in sign language. The only problem was that he did not know sign language.
    "I don't understand," he told her as he placed his lab coat on one of the tables, before setting his laptop next to it.
    Despite the fact that she had a feeding tube down her throat, and a mask for oxygen, he could see her gently smile. What she did next, however, was also confusing.
    Reaching forward with her index finger, she began to tap a message in Morse code, lightly upon the glass.
    "I don't know Morse code either," Charlie nearly shouted in frustration, before pacing the room, in search of a solution.
    He could almost feel her elation when she softly began to write letters on the inside of the glass. What she wanted, however, was complicated.
    P-L-E-A-S-E-H-E-L-P-M-E, she wrote, and a look of terror overcame her.
    Help her how, was his first thought, and with what? She was a G.E.O., and his job, if not his own life, hung in the balance with that very request.
    Charlie thought once again about running to tell someone, though her beauty and innocence kept him there. Sure they had created her, but they had also created Mirage, and look how she turned out.
    Looking back at her, he watched her spell out upon the glass, P-L-E-A-S-E-D-O-N-T-T-E-L-L.
    At this point, his eyes belonged to her. Her face was so beautiful, and her expression was so innocent, and full of fear. She was new to this world, and they were only going to use her for bad purposes. It was at this moment that he decided to help her as much as he could, which could not be much at all.
    Charlie Hall couldn't help but to glance back down at her body, before blinking as if to act like he hadn’t done so, and then choked on his words to tell her what he could possibly do.
    "I can overload the power," he said as he put his glasses back on, before raising his gaze once more, "and that will give you three seconds to turn off the machine that is monitoring your vitals."
    At this she signed something, and he was certain that it was a "thank you". This, of course, was enough to make him feel a little better about his involvement.
    Quickly he glanced around, and found the