Confident

Grey turned his head slightly to the left, gazing down the length of the blue-lined corridor. Ten feet away, two scientists had their pistols aimed steadily at his head.

"Hey, 274," the one on the left said. A man's voice. "Hey. So, listen, you need to go back to Fabrication."
The one on the right took half a step forward.
"Yeah," she added. The other one. "It's time to head back. You've had a nice walk around. Wasn't it nice? But it's time to go back."
Grey took half a step backwards. Shoes. He needed shoes. Brown runners. Light brown laces. Memoriesss55s55.~_... 4H.RhH_he pulled himself back, left hand twitching and shaking. He clenched his fist to stop the spasm.
"You're not fully formed yet, 274," the man said.
"You're unstable," the woman said.
"You're unfinished, 274."
"We need to take you back."
"Please, 274. We don't want to have to use these," he said, gesturing with his pistol.
Grey blinked twice.
"hoo..." he began, tasting the words, "hoo-hoo who a'm I eyeye I... ?"
"You need to come with us, 274."
"ggg-raaeey. th-The otherszzs callll cul call me'e greayy. Gh. Gh-ray. Grey."
The man turned to the woman. He whispered something. Grey noticed the whispering. He noticed the lips. He paid attention to the lips. Two? Too... far... Too far gone. Grey understood. Speech was difficult. Thinking was not. Thinking right now, in this moment. Thinking about the pass55stt broO'ught o0n the tremors5s.
"Wilgo. Wil go wit'h yoouu," drooled Grey, turning his palms upwards and slowly walking toward the man and the woman.
The woman's eyes widened slightly, imperceptibly. Grey noticed. An unexpected turn of events. He was nearly within arm's reach. The guns were still pointing.
"That's enough, 274," the man said. His voice wobbling. Grey noticed. The gun still aimed at Grey's head.
Grey stopped.
"why am i?"
The man's eyes darted to his left. That was enough.

Grey stepped over the man's torso, bloody footprints walking with him down the blue-and-red-lined corridor as he advanced on the whimpering woman.
"Puhhh-lee..." she croaked and wheezed out of her crushed windpipe.
Grey stopped in front of her, bending down to stare into her eyes. He showed no remorse. The woman was not going to tell him anything. He gave her the illusion of one last chance.
"Why am I?"

And as he spoke he realised that didn't matter as much as the next question.

"Why am I 274?"