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“Emerson?[RC1] [C2] ” Her eyes flicked up to meet Tay's, and a frown creased her features. “How did you manage to draw a servant’s ration?” Tay froze in fear as the woman glanced at the guards stationed at the sides of the room. With quick steps, two of the guards moved into place on either side of her and caught hold of her upper arms.
“What's wrong?” Tay tried to sound unconcerned, but her voice came out as a small squeak. She should have known that the Centre staff would recognise her family name. The woman did not answer but nodded to the guards. Tay felt her stomach sink as they pulled her upright. “I haven't done anything,” she called out as they dragged her across the floor, hands clamped about her upper arms like steel. The few other patrons of the centre stared down at the floor, ignoring her panicked voice and expression. Struggling vainly against their grip, Tay was dragged towards one of the small interrogation rooms. The guards pushed her through the door, into a small, claustrophobia-inducing, room. Rough hands thrust her into a chair, and she cried out as her elbow smashed against the arm. Both guards ignored her squeal of pain as they took positions on either side. Bulky, and solid with muscle, the guards discouraged any effort to escape. She swallowed nervously as she looked at the empty chair before her. Why had she not anticipated this? The centre controllers would know her father's name and realise that she wasn't entitled to the position that she now held.
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