<div style="text-align: center;">“Command, this is Operative Anna.  Does anyone copy?”  Anna spoke silently as she slowly moved across the rough martian landscape.   She stopped, and lowered herself down to one knee as her goggles scanned out looking for any signs of life.  Her head swiveled from the left to the right, and upon not detecting any enemies she lifted herself up and she moved down the trail once again, her Rifle cradled in her arms.  Five hours earlier, she was among a small platoon that was moving between the capital city of Freedom's Reach and the weapon development lab at Havon.  Two hours into their journey an ambush took out most of the soldiers, leaving only Anna and two other soldiers alive.  One was picked off by a snipers bullet an hour later and the other parted ways with Anna.  It would be much harder for them to track two soldiers.  <br/><br/>“Command, this is Operative Anna Slokor does anyone read me?”  Anna asked again and again silence was her answer.  Anna was beginning to get irritated.  She knew a massive sand storm was on it's way to Freedom's Reach, and as such she expected communication to be disrupted but not cut out entirely.  She continued on towards Havon however, knowing the trip would take most of the day without her vehicle and she did not fancy the thought of becoming prey to either the Rebels or the wildlife.  <br/><br/>“Anna Slokor.”  A strange voice spoke over her intercom.  “I have been watching you for some time.”<br/><br/>Anna stopped moving as she heard the strange voice.  It was raspy, and carried with it a dreadful feeling that she could not shake.  She knew she had never heard this voice before, but it was for whatever reason familiar.  <br/><br/>“State your identity.”  Anna asked as she placed her hand on the hilt of her rifle, laying her finger on the trigger.  The only response she got was silence.  “I repeat, who is speaking on this secure channel?”  <br/>The sound of nearby gunfire drew her attention to her right.  Her goggles told her there was four gunmen firing and she could only assume that three enemy soldiers had found the other survivor.  “Stay alive damn it.”  Anna quickly spoke as she took off in a run towards the area where the gunfire originated.  Her goggles gave her a basic idea of where she was supposed to go.  <br/><br/>“Don't”  The strange voice came over her intercom once again.  “You will not find anything good over there, besides I need you for a game.”<br/><br/>As he talked, Anna stopped running.  The wind picked around her as the light was pulled from her vision.  “What is happening to me?”  She asked as she staggered onto a nearby rock.  Slowly but surely she was pulled from the Martian landscape and thrown into a dream like state as she rocketed towards an unknown destination.  Her arms never let go of her weapon, however, as she soon spotted an unknown and threatening figure before her.  <br/><br/>“Nothing I did not plan.”  The voice continued.  “Now wake up.”<br/><br/>Anna eyes shot open at the command.  The sight of a torch lit room slowly filtered into her vision as her eyes began to move around and take in the new and strange setting.  The first thing she noticed was to her left, a large portrait of a fiendish winged being.  Slowly that moved before they rested on a man sleeping in another bed directly in front of her.  She leaned up in her bed just enough to catch a glimpse of his figure.  He seemed like an unsavory person just by his appearance, ripped out of a classical film from the film Renaissance back in the late twentieth century, The Godfather was it's name if she was correct.  She knew whatever brought them here was not going to wait for her.<br/><br/>“Hello.”  She spoke as she maneuvered her feet off the bed and onto the floor below.  Standing up, she kept her eyes on the man awaiting a response.</div>