PRP with AloeVera

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When he began talking, I tighten my grip on his upper arm, a sense of slight panic entering my system for a short moment.
"Shhh-geezus, keep your voice down."
I realize my urgency for him to be quiet caused me to grip his arm tighter, so in a breath I loosen it, enough for me to still hold him, but not too much that I'm cutting off blood flow.
"Everything is being recorded, but the mics can't pick it up if we whisper." I breathe into his ear, looking around me before continuing, "If you're more lucky than you are stupid, I can convince them to enhance you like they've done with some other ex-criminals. With your injuries, they'll replace the broken or damaged parts with mechanisms, making you more powerful."
I have to refrain from looking at his face while talking; I know Dr. Rose will monitor my visual recordings, and he'll definitely notice that something's wrong if I looked at the kid.
"This means you'll have to work for us, but I don't think you deserve to die; consider this an alternative."

Though Jude may not have meant anything personal, I still took mild offense to his words. Even if I myself may be questioning the validity of my existence, surely I'm more than what he thinks I am, right? I wanted to learn about my past, before I fell under Dr. Rose's care, but he said he created me. I believed him for awhile, but everything around and in me has been providing evidence otherwise. Regardless, there was no way I'd confront Dr. Rose about it. He'd find some way to convince me that he's right and I'm wrong.
His feeble attempt to shake me off of him shoves me back into reality, and I blink my eyes. I realized some time had passed while I was glaring coldly at him, so I look away for a moment to recollect my thoughts. Though many criminals have concluded that working under the government was a better alternative to execution, I know of a few that opposed the idea at first. Something inside me told me this kid was different, though. As we turn another corner, I pull his arm slightly closer to me, lean in, and whisper.
"I didn't say you'd be controlled by them. I said you'll be employed by them. You'll have more physical power and you'll be trusted on the inside. Do what you want with that."

I close my eyes in frustration, shaking my head. This guy's agenda is so narrow that he can't seem to hear between my words. I can't spell it out for him without risking my own demise, but how do I tell him what I mean? As we turn another corner, the tall, ominous building appearing in my line of sight. Before we entered, I turn to Jude and looked him in the eye.
"Once I hand you over to the Captain, whatever you do is no longer my concern. Meaning, if you were to escape, I wouldn't bother to stop you."
I stare at him, as if I could telepathically communicate my point across. Though, I knew this amount of time would be suspicious, so I turned away and we continued forward, regardless of whether he reacted or not. I step through the door, my identification confirming through the system and granting me access through the second pair of doors.

Walking down a few halls, I caught a handful of concerned glances directed at me. Even Roger, a coworker who usually antagonizes himself against me, stopped my stride by gripping my outer arm and muttering,
"Hey, Eddie. I can deliver him the rest of the way."
I huff. He always calls me Eddie, no matter how many times I tell him to call me Edward. Our equally overabundance of stubbornness results in a constant bickering about this subject.
"It's Edward, and why would I let you do that?" I responded to him, furrowing a brow. He gazes at Jude for a short moment before returning his worried expression to me.
"I think you already know what Captain will think of you returning an alive terrorist."
I stiffen, which resulted in me slightly gripping Jude a bit tighter. I just hope he doesn't know what we're talking about. Unfortunately for me, I do know how Captain will react. I've seen him beat his squad members to a pulp just for looking at him wrong, and here I am only half-completing a mission. I relax the tension in my bones as I shake my head.
"I'll take this. It's my mission." I utter before continuing my walk.
"Roger's expressed his distaste for the government as well, I'm sure you two would get along." I hissed, trying to convey my tone in a convincing enough manner for Dr. Rose's recordings while still getting my real message across to Jude.
We walk through one last door, catching the attention of a large, towering man with square-like facial features. His thick eyebrows permanently curved downward to express hardened anger.
"What is this?" He bellowed, already sounding pissed off.
"Sir, I've returned the fugitive Jude Byron because I noticed that his passion and long-bottled frustrations matched the attitude of our squad, and I suggest you consider adding him to your team."
Captain frowned, somehow even more than he already was, and crossed his buffed arms. He exhaled heavily and stood quiet for a long moment before calling out down the hall.
"002!!" He shouted, and within seconds, Roger stood at attention next to Jude and I.
"Yes, Captain."
"Take the criminal to a holding room. I need to talk to 001 privately."
I gave a quick glance to Jude before handing him to Roger.

Roger chuckled, his grip with Jude much more gentle, but still enough to hold him.
"To be completely honest, I don't know. I've never seen Eddie bring back a criminal alive that he was very clearly told to kill. He's always been a mindless soldier that asks no questions, but this is a blatant contradiction of everything he's ever been."
Roger led Jude to a hall that contained several doors, all leading to small rooms, enough to hold a prisoner.
"I know what's going to happen to Eddie though. You should thank him for only letting you get away with a few fractured bones, a concussion and a gash through your shin. He's most likely taking a worse beating right now for not bringing you in dead. He had to let you get hurt at least a little bit so that they wouldn't shoot him on the spot."
Roger opens one of the doors, revealing a raised bed much like one from a hospital, and walked inside.
"Did he say anything to you? Don't worry, they're not recording this conversation. You can tell me."