<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">30 minutes later</div></span><br/><br/>He stumbled through the jump portal but regain his footing as he found himself surrounded. Instinctively he raised his rifle to aim at whoever was before him. A demand was at the tip of his tongue but someone punched him across the face and everyone jumped on him. Head still pounding and his face pressed against the ground that was covered with dirt and ash, he tasted blood on his lips and felt the bite of rope tightening into his wrist. Restrained and weaponless, he was roughly pulled up onto his knees. His eyes darted from side to side trying to find his teammates or the girl they were supposed to protect, but he seemed to be the only one that arrived. Concerns for them grew and he looked back in front of him as the small group of people before him parted to let a man in his late 40's step forward. The man was dressed in a white lab coat that has seen better days for burnt marks and colorful stains covered it. His dark brown hair had streaks of silver grey hair, and his black eyes seemed bottomless. The agent knew then, that he wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Present Time<br/>Jocelyn</div></span><br/><br/>The high pitch groan of the metal gate opening before me was what broke through my thoughts as we made our way into a garage like area of the jail. There were three big trucks, black and armored. So they were moving me, I wasn’t surprised. I turned to look up at my current handler a bit curious to know whether he would help escort me to wherever the government wanted to move me. He however wasn’t looking at me and was actually looking towards someone else that came from one of the trucks. I turned my silver eyes at who my handler was watching, expecting to feel my hair brush against my cheeks, only to be reminded that they recently cut my hair due to an accident.<br/><br/>The lady that came by was not an officer, I already started to doubt that she was, looking at the bulky trucks. Still she was dressed heavily, her black vest seemed to weigh a lot for all its pockets were stuffed with whatever she needed, she held what looked to be a sniper rifle, and of course there was a pistol holstered on her hip, maybe from what other stories have told me, she probably had a knife in her boot. The thought almost made me smile.<br/><br/>After a few spared words and a quick exchange of names and position, their attentions turned to me and my handler lightly pushed me toward the lady named Lysandra Kraner, Overseer and agent of the Office of Information Services.<br/><br/>She didn’t say anything but waited for me to go on ahead of her. So I did and started to move towards the truck where the back doors were opened. I remained calm and avoided fiddling with my wrist since the cuffs were uncomfortably tight around them, and moving didn’t help but irritate my wrist further.<br/><br/>Getting to the back of the truck I found two more agents dressed and ready in the same manner as Lysandra. So the government really were taking precautions. However, I believe that they were still unprepared for what might happen to them.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Lysandra</div></span><br/><br/>Lysandra watched as the girl made her way into the back and Felix closed the door from the inside. The girl looked much younger in real life and it was no surprise that they cut the girls hair for whatever reason but it didn’t change the girl’s striking features, if anything they turned louder. How the girl looked and the fact that she was young didn’t really bother Lysandra though, it was the calm demeanor of the girl was what confused her. There was no sense of defiance as most bandits would have when captured, and if the reports on the crimes the girl’s parents committed are true, there should be a fire of hate in her eyes. There wasn’t. Not even a hint of fear at the situation she was in, the girl was eerily calm as if nothing bad was going to happen to her, the exact opposite actually. Lysandra saw how she looked the trucks over, even the other agents as if she were judging them of their abilities.<br/><br/>Dustin grunted next to her and Lysandra looked at her second in command and asked, “What do you think?”<br/><br/>He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke, his voice gruff, “Stay alert.”<br/><br/>Lysandra frowned and thought of adding something to lighten things but decided against it, she’ll leave that job to Vito.