"You've been given a second chance," said the representative, his grey eyes as intense as a pregnant sky. "You're going to be leaving the custody of the Facility." 

"Then what's going to happen to me?" I growled and crossed my arms in an attempt to seem threatening. "Is the Government going to execute me to make more room in the cells?" 

He dropped a neat pile of papers in front of me. I eyed them suspiciously for a couple of seconds before greedily taking them and carefully reading through every word. When everything registered, I felt like I had jumped off of a four story building and had the air knocked from my lungs.

Was I finally going to live?

Was I finally leaving this place?

"For the time being, you're going to be working at the Global Spy Intelligence Confederation. The spy group you will be collaborating with is known as Seventeen. They asked for your presence personally."

"I don't know who they are." I replied immediately. "How do they even know I exist?"

The representative continued, a bitter tone in his scratchy voice. "You will be residing with them in their dorms while under constant supervision."

"Sir, who are these peop—?"

"Their leader is coming by tomorrow afternoon to pick you up. Your final surgeries are going to be finished in the morning, so everything will go according to schedule. Be thankful that the Government has been gracious enough to do this for an animal like you."

He stood up and left.