Dr. Samuel Priese
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't fueled by bias. We all are, we just don't know we are or at least don't admit it. When I ran the test for Wells on that Flier kid, I have to admit I was surprised he didn't shoot either of us. But looking at the pig in this next test, I knew only one of us was coming out alive. You don't get thrown into Maximum for no reason.
I opened the door and introduced myself as I placed the box on the pedestal, then walked back. I turned and waited for him to start the test. He went up to the box and looked inside. He looked at me in confusion.
"Ain't there 'post to be a gun in here?"
"There's supposed to, but there 'ain't' one." He got angry. Despite his lack fo being able to put a decent sentence together, he was smart enough to know it was fight or flight. He charged at me.
It was a piece of cake. I would say that he tried to attack me. I shot him right there.
After the test I sent Elaina flowers.
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