What She Was Told: Part 2

What She Was Told: Part 2

Vasquez sat in the observation lounge, looking out into space through the big, hardened glass window that covered most of the wall. She was sitting on one of several padded benches that were placed throughout the room along with leafy green plants. She was alone for now. Not much leisure time for those working at the Barn. Everyone had a job to do. An important job. There were a great many dangerous things in the galaxy. And worse horrors awaiting beyond. That is what she was told. Cerberus was preparing to face those dangers. They were doing whatever it took to prepare. To ensure survival. To save people from fates like what she had seen too many times. From being turned mad. Turned into monsters. Cerberus would prevent it. That is what she was told.

But something wasn't right. She knew that. She hadn't meant to see it. She had walked by the room many times. Many screens. Many handlers. But nothing she had cared about. Not her job. But then she had seen something different. She brought her omni-tool up again, playing the footage one more time. Jason. Arm missing. But alive. Talking to someone. To... Leah, as far as she could tell. Cerberus really was everywhere. But that wasn't what she was focused on. Jason was alive. He'd survived. And he wasn't the only one. But... they were dead. They had died on the planet. That's what she was told.

Only it wasn't true. Jason was alive. And he was being watched. She found herself wondering what else she hadn't been told. And if what she was told had been untrue. But it was hard to follow such a train of thought for very long. Hard to focus. She'd gotten used to having a hard time focusing, a hard time keeping track of her own thoughts. Her own... self. It had been like that for a long time after the temple. Jason had been all that kept her sane. He'd been there when she couldn't make sense of anything. Not of herself or what was around her. But they had gotten through that. She had gotten better. Until now. Because that's what it had to be, right? Her damaged mind, coming back to haunt her? Yes. That was why she couldn't think straight. It only made sense. After all, that was what she was told.