The morning sun crept up through the thick clouds, barely making a mark on the ground in the city of Traquo the next morning.  Joel and Ryan had been knocked out and captured by the Traquo forces.  Over the course of the night before they had gone through a lot of action, and in the end they were tied up and taken away.  Joel slowly woke up to find himself surrounded by dim metallic walls.  It was nothing that he could remember being around before his last encounter.  Even his memory of the tower was a bit foggy despite the things he was told about his memory in the past.

Joel made an attempt to regain his bearings and stand up, but as he tried to move his hands apart from each other he instead tripped and fell down onto his chest.  He rolled over onto his back and looked to find a strange contraption locked tightly around his wrists.  It felt very uncomforting as if his arms were suffocating, especially around his hands.  He rolled back over his head and onto his knees and slowly stood up.

As he looked around, Joel noticed a small flash of red light glowing in the far back of his room, and he realized that he was being monitored through a camera in the dim room.  He walked up towards the camera and reached up at it and began hopping up to push it away or even smash it, but he found himself barely able to jump or hit something with much strength.  Joel felt something strong holding his full potential back to that of a young child.

Joel shook his head for a moment and then turned around and ran himself into the bars holding him inside the cell.  His body repelled back onto the ground with a loud ding.  He shook his head, which was then giving out loud pounding sounds of aching, and looked up to find that the bars had not moved or bent at all.

"Okay, that's not right at all." Joel mumbled to himself as he slowly made his way back to his feet.  He walked up to the front of his cell and looked around for his companion and called out, "Ryan?  Where are you?"

He looked frantically through the halls as best as he could, but failed to see anything through the dim halls but a few rays from the sun.  He gritted his teeth and smashed his hands into the bars, trying to break the mechanism off from his wrists.

"Not a good thing to do, unless you like killing yourself." A snotty voice from the camera said with a snorkeling laugh to follow.

Joel looked slowly back as he heard the voice pass through his head and approached it quietly.

"Those restraints have explosives built inside them, just so you know."  The voice told Joel.  The voice echoed back to Joel again soon, saying, "Very. Large. Explosives."  The male voice snorkeled again and said, "We've got you monsters in check this time!  Science beats all!"

"You're a scientist then?" Joel asked.

"Yes, we are!  We remember you very well from when you destroyed our city!" the voice told Joel, "Don't you feel as helpless as we were then?"

Joel held up his hands, aiming them towards the camera with an annoyed look over him and said, "No."

He stood ready to fire a small blast at the camera, but as he sent energy through his arms to shoot he felt his body surge in a painful wave.  His body jerked and shot back onto the ground, singed and smoking a little.  He cried as he fell back and began letting out large gasps of breath.

The man on the other side of the speaker gave out another snorkeling cackle and said, "That's another feature of those bracelets we've included to your new fashion.  It completely disables your abilities to use whatever powers you may have, and when you try using them it sends a pulse of plasma through your body!"

Joel let out a slight moan and shook his head a bit.  He put his hands out in front of him and crawled onto his knees and moved next to the left wall of his cell.  He sat himself down and released a deep sigh into the air and then looked up towards the camera as the man he was listening to continued to taunt him.

"You may have noticed already, but the bracelets also reduce your physical strengths to that of a five year old." Joel was told, "You're just as helpless as we are now, if not worse!"  Another snort came out from the speaker, "We have been studying you for a long time now, and we've invented technologies that are so resistant and strong that you can't break them!  How do you like your room?  It's built out of the same metal we used for the robot we sent against you!"

Joel put his arms around himself and shuddered, then said, "It's kind of cold, like metal."  He leaned himself back and placed his head against the wall and asked, "What's your name?"
"Why do you care?" the man asked, slightly curious, yet still boastful with glee.

"I can't see you, that's why.  I want to get a good picture of who you are in my head." Joel told them.

There was a slight sound from the speaker as if the man was baffled, but then he approached again and taunted Joel some more, saying, "Aww, what's wrong?  Getting lonely?  Do you want to see your friend?"

"That'd be nice.  Where is he anyway?" Joel asked.

"Ha!  No with you, that's for sure!" the man laughed, "We separated you so you couldn't pull any tricks that we aren't aware you can do yet.  It doesn't matter where you are or they are.  Soon when we've prepared we plan on dissecting you both so that we know more about your demonic race for future conflicts!"

"Dissect..." Joel asked quietly, falling silent.

With another laugh from the speaker, Joel heard, "Yes, that's right!  You know what that means, don't you?"

Joel sat there and closed his eyes for several minutes and thought about his situation, and then looked up slowly and said, "Nope, don't know what dissecting is."

A loud crash sounded from the speaker as if the man behind the camera had fallen back out from their position, and a moment later they returned and said, "Oww, that hurt!  You sure are stupid, you know that?  It means that your body will be used in our research to better the future of humanity.  We're going to take you apart piece by piece and study your insides!"

Joel began to remember what Ryan had told him in their earlier days and said, "You won't find much different in me if you compare our two bodies together."

"Any difference helps us all!" the man told Joel.

"But what you don't understand is that you could try to kill me, but I'd be back eventually." Joel told his audience, "That's the way we Guardians work.  We're immortal and are resurrected after each death with a soul of a human being.  That's what I was told, anyway." Joel looked up sharply and said, "There's no way you could beat us all with just data from my friend and I, either, because there's so many different types of Guardians out there."

Another moment of silence struck through the room before the voice returned with, "Are you done yet?  We don't care what you have to say.  Eventually we'll get old lady two face and her lackey ice man.  If we can get them then all the others of your 'Guardian' kind will be cake for us.  Sweet cake for the picking!"

Joel slumped back and dropped to his side and lay there silently.  He rested his eyes there and let out relaxed breaths in the silence of the room.  He brought his head up slightly as if he were going to say something, but he let out an empty breath and shook his head in denial and dropped back down.

Elsewhere in another area, somewhere on another floor in a different room Ryan stood about leaning against a wall of his own cell thinking about his own situation after listening to the same lecture that Joel had been given.  When he woke up from his sleep he tried to get up, but could not lift his upper body due to the weight of his mantle.  The bracelets around his wrists weakened him to the point of not being able to lift it on his own, so he slid out from it on the ground.  His weapon had also been taken away at some point during his unconscious state.

Ryan remembered hearing the complaints from the humans in his sleep, talking about how heavy the weapon alone was.  The voices were strange, distorted, and echoed in his mind as they passed through his mind.  He had tried desperately to awaken to those voices, but by the time he broke free it was already too late.

"Who knew they could have developed such a strong gas to knock out even us!" Ryan thought, "There must have been no resistance factor involved in controlling that stuff."  He shook his head and groaned, letting out a bit of perspiration, then thought, "Man, they got me good.  These gadgets are killing my ability to think."  Ryan looked down away from the camera in his cell and thought, "But the bracelets are only supposed to go off if I gather power through my hands.  I should still be able to cast some kinds of spells."  He looked up at the metallic walls around him and thought, "Still, there's those tough things I'd have to break through, and the fact that I'm tuned down and weak with these things on me."

Ryan kicked off the wall he was leaning on for so long and looked around the small cell.  He felt around each wall with his hands to inspect the area again for flaws and fractures.  He knocked on the walls and received a very solid dinging in response.  He looked back up at the camera, which was still keeping a close eye over his every movement, and then he looked away.

"Ah well, there's no harm in trying one more time." Ryan thought.  He sat down in the middle of the room and closed his eyes and settled down into a deep trance of meditation, and through his mind he called out, "Can you hear me, Joel?"

At first Ryan received silence in return.  The first minute passed by and he was answered by the scurrying of rodents from somewhere in the city.  The second minute came and went with the dropping of water.  Another minute flew by with the sound of several people laughing and crying about different things.  He continued to tune his senses in the correct channel and was finally answered by his partner in a weak crackle.

"Ryan?  Where are you?" Joel's voice faded in and out.

"I don't know yet, man." Ryan told him, "Do you know?"

"I can hardly hear you." Joel's voice crackled.

"Do you know where we are?" Ryan repeated himself.

A moment of silence struck them both before Joel responded, "It's too dark for me to tell.  There's no windows."

"That's too bad.  The same goes for me." Ryan told Joel.

"You don't happen to have any ideas, do you?" Joel asked.

"I could try calling for help, but without a location it's pointless." Ryan said.

"Try.... Try Lynn..." Joel's voice began to fade again.

Ryan shook his head and told Joel, "My batteries are running out, man.  I'll try what I can."

Joel's voice faded away from Ryan's concentrated link with a, "....Kay...."

Ryan let out a loud breath of discontent and dropped back on the ground and began knocking his wrists against his head for a moment.  He then sat up and took a deep, relaxed breath and exhaled slowly.  He began preparing himself for another meditation when he heard a loud clang of steel and the opening of heavy doors from down the hall.  His body irked with anxiety and he felt his heart race as he felt his time growing shorter.  He could not concentrate his mind like before and opened his eyes wide to face the seven guards now standing in front of his cell watching him face to face.

The captain of the seven guards, standing in the center of the formation with a fairly more decorated suit than before, smiled wickedly at Ryan and said, "So, thing, have you enjoyed your quiet time so far?  You haven't been trying to contact your friends, have you?"

Ryan gritted his teeth in alarm as they began unlocking the door to get to Ryan, and he said, "My human name is Ryan, and don't you forget it!  Because I won't!"  He thought deep inside his mind, "Oh man, here goes nothing...!"

He stood up and staggered on his feet for a moment, slowly stepping away from the guards, gathering up surging energy through his body.  As Ryan's back touched the cold back wall he released all of his radical energy at once through every point of his body.  The energy surged over and around his body like blue electricity, and then a wave of a clear blue light flashed out through the cell and the halls.

"Lynn help us!" Ryan struggled to let out the three words in a raging roar across the world in an attempt to reach his other companion.

Soon after he activated his energy the bracelets sapped into his body and struck him with an enormous shock of plasma energy in return.  Ryan felt his hair lift up and singe black, his skin begin to bubble, burn, and rip.  His whole body pressed into the back wall with great force, bouncing him off the surface and onto the floor in the middle of the cell.  The confident guards who had come to take Ryan away had been pushed back significantly by the wave of force Ryan sent from his body.  The ceiling, floor, and walls of the room were all pushed out and looked like tin foil that was wrapped around a ball.

Through all of the moans and gasps of surprised from the guards, the captain said, "Incredible!  We have a long ways to go before we can contain such power!"  He waved at his men and ordered, "Come on men, pick him up and let's go!"

The six guards moved slowly up around Ryan and looked at him closely.  Smoke was emitting from his body as if he were cooked, and his skin had split open along his body from the left side of his neck down across his chest and around his arms.  His eyes were wide open as if he were sent through a horrifying death, and his mouth was limp and open.

"Come on, get going." the captain said, "If what they say is true he'll just recover and be fine.  He can't be dead yet."

"His body's too hot, sir!" one of the guards told their captain, "We can't touch him without burning ourselves!"

The captain looked at his men in slight surprise and then walked up next to Ryan himself.  He kneeled down and placed a hand onto Ryan's body and quickly jolted back with a sudden cry.

"You're right.  We may have to delay operations slightly and wait for his body to cool off a bit." the captain said with a nod, rubbing his hand across his pants.

The Howe residence was dim and quiet under the morning hours.  The many clocks and tiny devices spread across the walls inside the house ticked in sync with one another in a tone that resembled that of a musical tune.  A gust of air shot through the house with a howl, slightly lifting up various papers on desks and tables inside, and a cat jumped up through the same open window and entered the house.  The cat let out a shivering meow, sounding off that it was cold outside.  It jumped down to the floor and shook its thick grey fur, releasing the dirt and grass it had been rolling around in during the night and days before, and then it began moving in for a warmer place to sleep.

The cat entered the living room of the Howe residence, and after passing by a large rocking chair it stopped by a larger couch further into the room.  It gazed up at the top and tilted its head slightly to the side, and the cat leaped up to the top with a slight sound off of its meow.  It found itself standing on top of several strands of red hair and began sniffing at its feet curiously, and the cat started to move down and onto a human body sleeping there.

Lynn began moving slightly, beginning to wake up from a deep sleep as the cat settled down on top of her, but the cat leaped off and ran away in fear of being taken away by the human girl.  Lynn attempted to open her eyes to what light there was to provide in the room, but she soon closed them again with a wide open yawn and a long stretch of her arms and feet like a cat would.  She then pushed aside the blanket she had slept under the night before and sat up right on the couch.  She looked up with her half-awakened eyes and imagined seeing shadow figures of her traveling companions standing in front of her reaching out for her.

"Ryan...?" Lynn mumbled slowly.  She shook her head and rubbed her eyes and thought, "I thought I heard Ryan say something to me in my dreams.  Something about help."  She stood up and bent slightly back, releasing the tension in her spine, and then said, "Man, it feels like I took out an entire army last night."  She bent over from side to side and then though, "Ryan needing help?  That's quite a dream!  Why'd he ever need help from someone like me?"

She turned towards the TV and clicked it on to the news channel. She let out a wide yawn and patted of face and then changed the channel. Another news channel came up and she blinked her eyes a few times. She changed the channel again to find another news channel, and another one after that. She began getting frustrated and tossed the TV remove to the side and balled up on the couch.

"Geez, this Sarralyn girl sure did live it boring with just news stations for TV time!" Lynn grumbled. She looked to the side a little bit and said, "Oh well. At least the news guy is good looking."

The TV channels flickered differently for a moment as Lynn watched in a bored state. Her interest of strange things that she had grown into perked her interest, and yet her fear of bad things made her body twitch at the sight. A different broadcaster from the Traquo government appeared in front of her speaking the lines she did not want to have to hear. The word of Joel’s and Ryan’s capture was now known throughout the whole city, but the government said they would not yet reveal what happened or what would happen with them.

Lynn growled and banged her fist on the side of the couch and yelled, "Damn government secrecy!"

She then felt her conscience begin to split into three different entities, and she balled back onto the couch with her hands over her head, digging her nails into the skin over her skull, as she tried to maintain who she really was. A presence within her had begun to tell her to drop what she was doing and set her life out on the line to steal the two Guardians away for someone else. This voice made her blood boil as if something was trying to change her and take away her soul and freedom of choice. The other voice to the side of her own conscience was a much cooler and innocent sounding voice. The feeling made her shoulders seem lighter and body uplifting. It pleaded for Lynn to not go out and throw her life away so carelessly and to stay with Mister Howe, and yet at the same time it asked for her to try to save the two Guardians some how.

Lynn stopped with a long, hard gasp of air and looked at herself. In her left hand she wore one of her rings with an extended hoop ready to be used. She looked at it up and down silently as words of her secret mission whisked through her mind. But Lynn then looked at her other hand and noticed the cat which had entered the house from the window was under it. The feel of the cat’s soft fur discouraged Lynn from performing any destructive acts, and yet she still felt as if she had to run out from the house and do something. She scratched the little cat behind its ear and then stood up and turned towards the window and gazed outside.

The old man Howe appeared from the back hall walking towards the living room in his morning robe and slippers with his cane in hand. His form seemed a little healthier than the day before after spending some time around other people. The man was still week from both his aging and his lack of proper self aid. He put his hand out and gripped onto the wall with his left hand as he pushed his cane forward with his right hand and began to slowly make his way towards his resting chair. Howe had heard a little bit of Lynn’s sounding off of acting up, but he still did not know the girl very well and thought that it was normal for her in the early mornings.

Lynn turned around with an icy look glazed over her appearance as she looked at Howe suddenly. He jerked back, withdrawing his hands to his chest in a seemingly defensive manner and opened his eyes wide at Lynn’s unusual appearance. Howe expected Lynn to make some sort of disastrous move some how, but Lynn only stood there and turned back for the exit of the house. Lynn had a look in her eyes that was both one of helplessness and one of eagerness to go out and break things for a cause.

"Wait…" Howe said with a slight whimper in his voice, "You… aren’t becoming… like a monster… are you?"

"Those monsters are meant to be dealt with by the Brave Corp, not normal people!" Lynn said harshly. Her expression became gentle as she turned to the other side and said, "But my friends are in trouble and need to be freed."

Lynn dropped her hoop and lowered her head down into her hands and began shaking violently with loud, disturbed moans. She began to get flash backs from the night before from when she was just talking with Howe and getting to know him, how she felt the presence of Howe’s daughter somewhere inside her, and so forth. At the same time she was also getting even more flash imagery of her abduction by the Brave Corp and how they injected a strange substance into her body.

Howe looked closer at Lynn and deeper within her, beginning to understand that there was something digging into her innocence and eating away at her sanity. He set his cane down on the floor and began to make his way into the kitchen. He opened his medicine cabinet and removed a bottle labeled "Remedy Spray", and the old man turned around and cautiously moved in towards his young lady friend. As Lynn cried out loud in her hands, Howe tossed his cane to the side and grabbed hold of one of Lynn’s arms. He pulled Lynn’s arm close to him, tugging her in, and he shot the spray loud onto Lynn’s neck. Lynn jolted for a moment, going silent, and then seemed as if she stopped breathing on her feet. She twitched again and then stood still with her eyes closed. After several moments she rubbed her eyes and shook her head once more and looked up at Howe curiously.

"Good morning, Mister Howe. Is there something wrong?" Lynn asked.

"With you?" the old man questioned, "I didn’t raise my girl with problems, you know."

"Me have problems?" Lynn asked with a slightly offended look over her face.

"You were screaming and crying and saying things about the Brave Corp and your friends." Howe explained.

"Oh, those bunch of nitwits?" Lynn mumbled to the side, "And I don’t know about Joel and Ryan having problems. They’re pretty strong guys!" She looked down at her left hand and noticed the hoop hanging down from the ring and asked, "How did that get there? And why does it feel like I took out an army last night?"

"You mean you don’t remember?" Howe asked the young lady, putting the back of his hand to Lynn’s forehead, "Last night we had the army visit us after your friends left. You were scared at first, but some how you managed to step up and fight the aggressors. I don’t know what you have in you that lets you do that with trained professionals." Lynn looked down to the side and tried to think about it and remember what had happened, and Howe said, "The world’s a dangerous place, Lynn, especially in a city now as Traquo. I wouldn’t be surprised if Joel and his friend did slip and fall under Mayor Luke’s command."

Lynn nodded at the old man and said, "Well if you think so then I’ll go out and investigate."

She flipped up her hoop to her hand and turned the toy off, putting it away safely. Howe placed his hand on Lynn’s shoulder and then turned away towards his medicine cabinet again and opened it once more. He took out several bottles of items and placed them into a bag, and Howe moved towards Lynn again and handed the bag to her.

"This here is some more Remedy Spray and a few Healing Tonics." Howe explained to Lynn, "If you for once start feeling weird, take some remedy right away. If you get hurt then drink some tonic to bring your health back in line."

"Thanks Mister Howe!" Lynn exclaimed as she took the bag from Howe, "You should take some of your own advice some time!"

Howe shook his head and said, "Its best that they’re used to save the heroes of this world rather than an old man such as myself. Thank you, though."

Joel looked up as he heard a group of loud footsteps approaching him down the dim halls. Several guards appeared before him and glared at him as their leader removed a key from his pocket and began to unlock the cell door. Joel struggled to get on his feet and began to step back away from them before they entered for him. However, as Joel slipped into the shadows of his cell in an attempt to hide, the guards revealed flash lights and turned them on in Joel’s general direction.

"Don’t play dumb with us. We know you’re a smart young lad." The commander said with a sneering voice.

Joel blinked his eyes at the bright lights, but he stood silently still. The men advanced slightly more toward him and the commander grabbed Joel’s chin and inspected his face thoroughly, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You’re not a psychic like your friend, are you?" the commander asked with a sinister smile. He threw Joel back down to the ground and said, "Well we’re not going to let you pull a stunt similar to your friend’s." Joel banged his head against the floor once and then looked up at the men again as the commander said, "What ever he did to get his magic through our restraints, they’re not fairing too well mentally."

"You’d be worse than mentally disturbed if I put out my all. You’d be dead." Joel told them with a determined look of resistance.

The man brought his left leg back and landed a swift kick to Joel’s gut, sending him back further and causing Joel to ball up in pain, as he said, "You really want to do that?"

Joel let out several coughs as he held onto himself and moaned, "No." He slightly looked up again and asked, "Why should I want to kill? I have better things to do like find my family."

A moment of silence flew by between the two then, and Joel began to move about slowly on the ground. He spit at the ground and began to breathe a bit deeper. The commander’s expression turned into a grin as he began to giggle to himself, and the giggle became great and boastful laughter at Joel. His laughing filled the room and further down the halls in an echoing tone that seemed to want to taunt Joel into enraging himself for the humans, but Joel still lay there silently watching him. The man then stopped his laughter suddenly in an odd fashion, not slowing himself down at first as normal laughing would be, and his expression returned to his serious and chaotic look.

"Get up!" The commander commanded him. He watched Joel continue to stay still and he stomped his foot on the ground and yelled again, "Get… Up!" Joel began standing up, struggling to get on his feet as he always did with his hands bound together, "Faster!" The commander continued to scowl at him, "Come on boy, you’d never make it into the services if you were a human!" He grabbed Joel by his shoulders and pulled him in near and whispered to his ears, "But you are weaker than humans when you’re under our control, aren’t you?" He pushed Joel away and turned him around and tossed him to his men, who held Joel by his upper arms and said, "If you want to test that theory later, that’s too bad! It’s time to play doctor, and we’re running late."

The commander walked passed the other guards, exiting the cell and moving down the hall, and the guards soon followed swiftly behind their leader. Behind them the windows and lights began to turn off and close one by one as they left the area and approached an elevator. They pushed their captive into the elevator once the doors opened, and they began to descend down in levels of the structure they were in. To Joel it felt as if they weren’t in a tower, but in an underground base. He thought back to his ventures against the Suits gang and compared it to his present situation. This time around there was no clear way of escape or entry of the structure, and there was no information about where the real target was that Joel should have looked for. Joel then thought about the man they came across in the sewers and how he must be waiting for a conclusion soon from Joel and his friend.

Joel suddenly found himself blinded by a dark shroud placed over him by the guards. They obviously did not want him to see where he was being taken to or what they were about to do with him. He shook his head and sighed as he felt his arms being jerked, telling him to start moving forward again. It was not too long later that he was knocked out and lost all senses.

Throughout the city of Traquo Lynn investigated for clues on where to find her friends. It was easy for her to move around since she was a human like everyone else. She kept her toys safely within her pockets to keep away mindless thieves and to keep her innocent look to the other people. She began to follow around different policemen and guards through the city, but she received nothing from only eavesdropping on any of them.

"Hey, you’re Lynn, aren’t you?" came a voice from behind and a finger tap on her shoulder.

Lynn irked and looked back at the soldier behind her and thought, "Some times it’s not good to be a celebrity!" She let out a smile and a giggle and said, "Yep, that’s who I am!"

"Wow!" the man exclaimed, "I never thought I’d get the chance to meet you in person! I’ve only gotten to see your shows on the TV!"

"It’s just a stupid juggling act!" Lynn thought to herself stubbornly. She perked up again and said, "I’m glad you liked it so much! I won’t be doing it much anymore because I’m on a really long road trip vacation!"

The soldier crossed his arms and thought to himself for a moment before saying, "Hmm, yeah, I was wondering what had happened to your show in the last several months. I’m sure a lot of people in the world have!"

"I didn’t even think they broadcasted the act this far out." Lynn thought, and then asked, "Oh, so you aren’t from my city?"

The soldier scratched the back of his head underneath his helmet and said, "Ah, nope. I’m one hundred percent Traquoian." He slowly rolled his head back to look around for his commander and post, and then said, "So do you need any help finding your way around the city? I can show you some great spots!"

Lynn’s ears perked up and eyes glimmered at the sound of the remark the soldier had given her, and she exclaimed, "Ooh, you really mean it?" When she was given a nod by the blushing man she asked, "So can you show me where this monster thing is being held? Can I get pictures? Can I see it for myself? Can I touch it?"

"Woah!" The man said, waving his hands in front of Lynn, "I don’t know about all of that!" He stopped and thought for a moment before saying, "But just for you I could bend some rules. Just for your sake."

Lynn bounced up and down in excitement and leaped forward to hug the stranger and cried, "Oh, thank you so much! This’ll be fun!"

The man chuckled and grabbed her hand and pulled her, saying, "Come on, let’s go quickly!"

They both maneuvered through the large city lightly giggling between each other like children on a playground, or at least the soldier was for real. Lynn kept to herself secretly, leading the man on through his amazement and obvious sexual desires for the young woman. All along the way other guards looked at the two strangely, filled with paranoia. They shined their flash lights at them under the dim atmosphere created by the thick clouds above. The man finally brought Lynn to a large fence that surrounded what appeared to be landing pad for helicopters. There was a clear metal surface shine to it and a long line splitting it in the middle. The pad had the Traquo military symbol painted over it, though it was slightly peeling off little by little at this point in time. The soldier pulled Lynn off to the side behind a corner and looked deep into her eyes with regret.

"This is as far as I can take you without getting stopped!" the man told Lynn, "Any farther and they’ll ask us for some ID."

Lynn drew away from the man stubbornly as she heard his words, crossing his arms and digging her hands into her pockets, and said, "Well fine! Don’t get me in!"

The soldier reached out for Lynn and said, "Wait, there really isn’t anything I can do!"

Lynn’s eyes gleamed as she turned around with her rings on her finger from her pockets. She pulled out the two little bars and extended them into their hoop forms as she turned around towards the man again.

"I think there is, actually!" Lynn said with a smile, "I’ll just borrow your clothes, if you don’t mind!"

He jerked back in confusion and surprise, leaning over the release his hand gun and cried, "What? Lynn, what are you doing?"

Before the soldier was able to make any actions, Lynn had already begun flinging her hoop weapons at him, beating him down with the hard metal surfaces she was flailing about by her hands. She made sure that she had beaten him down well enough so that he no longer moved nor made a sound. Lynn beat him unconscious. She then dragged the man back further and removed his uniform and put them over her own clothes, and she then concealed the human body under the bushes.

Lynn looked at herself in the heavy baggy suit and thought, "I’m too small for these!" She kneeled down and began curling up the sleeves and pant legs and thought, "I hope this’ll do! You don’t see many people in the military this small, after all!"

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