Deputy Pratt

It's early morning in the Veteran's Center. The sun is filtering down into the secured area, starting the process of sun baking the prisoners who lay in their cages in various states of starvation. Brainwashing and conditioning is mostly done at the Grandview, having all those rooms made it so much easier to keep track of who was where and in what state of the process.

But there's always a few at the Center itself, Jacob takes a personal interest in some for reasons that he tends to keep to himself. Either he enjoys breaking someone weak down to fail, or he sees some that might become Chosen, the most elite of his army.

Pratt isn't sure where this particular one lands on that spectrum, but Jacob gave him orders and he'll follow them. Doesn't have much a choice really. His head is filled with the sound of music, with a mantra constantly being muttered in Jacob's voice. Repeating the doctrine constantly. There's no escape from it, and Pratt isn't able to tune any of it out.

He's long since stopped trying.

Jingling the keys at his belt, he heads down to the prison to check on some new recruits. He's incredibly conspicuous, his hair a shock of white, but dirty and with bloody chunks. Just as the Judge serum turned wolves larger, whiter, obedient and more aggressive, it had done the same to Pratt. Well, not the larger part, but definitely the hair and the obedience. He's so far the only human that Jacob has tried this on, which is either a great honor, or a mark of shame. No one has quite figured it out yet.

"Are you awake?" Pratt grabs the bars of the cage, clanging it in the lock. "Hey!"

He kneels down, trying to get his face at the same level as the sleeping prisoner. "Wake up wake up. It's time for trials. Time to show your strength. And I.."

He trails off, springing to his feet and pulling a silver canteen off his belt and holding it far enough away from the bars that it can't be reached from the inside. "I have this. For you. If you're awake. If you're strong."