â€œEasy, easy.â€ Taylor kept his voice soft as he grabbed one of the chairs and moved it across the room. His posture was nearly impeccable as he took his seat, old habits die hard. â€œMy name is Taylor and I can get you out of here just as long as you work with me.â€ His eyes had been trained on the file in his hands before finally lifting up to meet Mekoâ€™s.<br/>His heart twisted in his chest, there was no way the boy/man sitting on the floor clear across the room was a threat to anybody. He, of all people, would be able to spot the Rebelâ€™s, he knew how they walked, talked, held themselves, and looked. Whoever or whatever he was looking at was as far south of the confident self assured rebels he had known. â€œGet me a cup of water.â€ It was a demand he directed towards the men behind the window, his ears had picked up the sound of more people entering the observation area.<br/><br/>A few moments later the door opened to reveal a young man carrying a cup of water. â€œPut it on the table.â€ Taylorâ€™s eyes didnâ€™t leave Meko for a second, not even as the third occupant of the room beat a hasty retreat.<br/>â€œETRU stands for Emergency Terrorist Response Unit, they are sent out when suspected terrorist activity is in progress. They were sent out after you because you were in a place that is off limits to the public.â€ Taylor paused as he stared at the young man and a smile twitched on his lips. â€œNot that you seem to be part of<span style="font-style: italic">our</span>public.â€ â€œRegardless, the people out that door want me to get you to talk. They want answers and they think you have them.â€ He dropped the file onto the floor beside his feet and leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees and hands clasped together.  â€œWhatâ€™s your name?â€<br/><br/>The longer Taylor looked across the room at Meko the more rage built up inside him. It was true he had done some deplorable things on both sides of the uprising but he had rules and this threatened to break at least three of them. He refused to break those rules; if he did heâ€™d be no better than the man he hunted whenever possible.<br/><br/>Frank and the Madam Director watched through the glass. â€œWhat is he doing?â€ She hissed as her eyes narrowed, this was not what she had requested of Taylor and it was most defiantly not what she had expected. â€œI donâ€™t know.â€ Frank responded just before his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out and looked at the screen, the color drained from his face at whatever was written on the screen. â€œExcuse me.â€ He almost whimpered before leaving the room.<br/><br/>Once outside the building he lifted the phone to his ear, â€œYes, he is here.â€ Frank fell silent as the person on the other line growled into his ear. â€œI canâ€™t do that!â€ More color drained out of the old manâ€™s face as he turned around in his spot, finally his blue eyes focused on a man leaning against the pole on the opposite side of the street. â€œIâ€™ll authorize it.â€ He agreed hastily before hanging up his phone and turning to walk back inside the safety of the federal building, not that anything was safe from that monster. Frank dared to glance back over his shoulder only to find that the man across the street had disappeared and taken any sign that heâ€™d ever been there with him.