Jiya is an inductee of the LYTHIUM Agency, a privately-funded organization that trains and equips young men and women for high-intensity combat situations. She survives within the secure facility alongside her friends, while undergoing rigorous training and the occasional 'Field Experience' mission.
However, a new method within the program pulls Jiya into another level of conspiracy and danger, and, with the help of an unexpected ally, she must find a way to fight back, as her very humanity is put in jeopardy.
[Possible character profiles to come at a later date]
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY BY EunaeLee - ANY SIMILARITIES WITH ANY OTHER STORIES IS UNINTENTIONAL. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE.
I slowly drifted into consciousness. My room was still dark, but my mind was telling my body that it was time to wake up. I reached out in the dark until my hand came into contact with the bedside table, and my fingers found the little button on the slick metallic surface. I pressed it and a smooth, creepily-calm female voice rang out through the darkness, "Four thirty-eight, A.M." I closed my eyes and placed my hand over them, massaging my forehead. Another day.
I sat up slowly, deciding not to wait for the 5:00 AM wake-up call. I swung my legs to the side of the bed and slid forward until my bare feet touched the rather cold metallic floor. I stood up and spoke clearly, "Lights." The room instantly illuminated itself, revealing the dark, metallic gray, white and blue-green color palate, and hard, modern edges. It wasn't a luxurious room, in size or decor. There were no windows, and the only pieces of furniture it contained were a bed, side table, and a chair in the corner beside a small glass table.
I walked to the door leading to the room's personal bathroom, which appeared to be part of the wall, and pressed the button in the wall beside it. The door slid open and I walked into the small bathroom. Once I had passed the sensor, it slid closed behind me. The bathroom, like the main room, only had the essentials; a shower, toilet, and a sink with a mirror. There was no need for a bathtub, since those were usually used for more leisurely bathing. The bathroom had an industrial feel, with white walls and gray accents. The ugly, fluorescent lighting always emphasized the fact that I never wore makeup, but I never had the need for it unless it was necessary for an undercover assignment.
I stood in front of the sink and bent over, splashing some cold water onto my face to chase away any grogginess. Then, I slipped out of my underwear and tank top and the shower. I waited until the water was relatively warm before stepping underneath it. Wetting my hair quickly, I placed my hand under the automatic shampoo dispenser and applied the unscented product to my hair. After rinsing it thoroughly, I did the same with the conditioner. To finish my routine, I scrubbed my body and shut off the water, stepping out onto the white tile floor. I opened a panel in the wall and pulled out a towel, quickly drying myself and squeezing some of the water from my hair.
I wrapped the towel around my chest and walked back into the main room, stopping in front of a wall. Reaching out, I opened another, larger panel, which revealed a closet. I selected the standard facility attire: Black, form-fitting pants, a gray, short-sleeved shirt with the agency's name "LYTHIUM" printed on the hem, and a pair of light-weight combat boots. Pulling out a fresh set of undergarments, I dropped the towel and quickly slipped into the clothes. After tucking the shirt loosely into the pants, I picked up the towel and made my way back into the bathroom. I tossed the towel into the metal laundry chute beside the sink and observed myself in the mirror, running a brush through my damp hair and grabbing my toothbrush.
I walked back into the main room and pressed the button on the bedside table. "Five oh-seven, AM." I picked up my ID badge and clipped it to my pants, then grabbed a black hair-tie and gathered my hair into a ponytail. Then, walking to another door on the opposite side of the room, I punched in a series of numbers on a keypad. The door emitted a soft beep, and then there was a click and the light on the keypad flashed green. I slid the door open and stepped outside, where I joined the flow of several other agents as they walked down the corridor.
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