Hide!

"Get back in your bunk!" she hissed under her breath. Janet smiled and climbed out of the bed, moving over to her bunk and sliding under the sheets. Heather did the same just as the guard appeared.

CO Sanderson looked through the bars at the still women. These two were mostly model prisoners, aside from a few occasional fights and mouthing off to the guards. She suspected they might be up to some late-night intimacy, but as long as they kept it quiet and didn't get in any violent spats she tended to look the other way on these things. Funny, though - she always thought the black one was straight.

As she moved on to the next bunk, Heather peered over her sheets. She couldn't believe she was so distracted by Janet's ministrations that she didn't notice the cell block door slam shut when Sanderson entered. It occurred to her that no matter what she ordered Janet to do, anyone would immediately notice something was wrong from her uncharacteristic behavior.

Janet, meanwhile, was sitting calmly and quietly in her bunk. Her breath was slow and relaxed, and her eyes were closed. If she hadn't been awake thirty seconds ago, Heather would have figured she was asleep.

Heather tried to think of a plan. If she played this right, she could potentially use her new power to change the world. If not, she and all of her... new friends? She realized she didn't have a name for them. Converts? Victims? In any case, they'd all be rounded up and quarantined, probably studied like lab rats or just killed because of the threat they posed.

She heard the cell block door slam shut as the CO left. She knew they had at least another hour before another guard came through. She glanced at Janet's prone form, trying to decide what to do.