They take a nice mugshot in front of the height lines on the wall outside my cubicle, and within minutes I’m given an ID card that says my name and “Eagle Anima” that’s attached to a pink lanyard that says ‘Flight Risk’ in big black letters. They have me figured out already. “Orientation begins tomorrow,” Hope says as she leads us out of my cubicle and out into an empty waiting area where another massive guard in head-to-toe black stands with a rifle. “And Aurelia?” I tightly clutch my zip-lock bag, wary of the sudden change in her tone.
