"Look, I need you to tell me everything that happened that night. You need to stop covering for her," Captain Edward Tucker inquired.

"I don't know what you're talking about and she didn't do anything!" Maya cried, viciously slamming her palms down onto the hard metal table, "Where is my mom? I need to see her."

Silence fell upon them. Captain Tucker could not, or would not, answer her request. The pistol of sound fired a fresh round of voices when two officers burst into the dark interrogation room. The sound of the metal clinging to her wrists was a sound she thought she'd never hear; the coldness of the bracelets, eliciting an icy sensation through her body, were attached to her wrists as the officers began to read to Maya her Miranda Rights. The anticipation and fear seemed to be slowly taking over her mind as she sat in the back seat of the police car.

"How did this happen? What is going on? I am dead as sure as I'm sitting here," she thought to herself.

The ride to the district precinct was short, but sweet could not describe it, for Maya. She had been arrested, taken away, and she had absolutely no idea why. One thing was made clear upon her arrest; she was going to die. Her mother, their relationship, and her own life hung in the balance as she sat in the cage. The cage; this is the same cage in which all of the wild and uncontrollable animals of the darkest parts of the jungle sat, waiting for their fate. To Maya, this had always been for the bad guys and the bad guys only. She began to wonder though if that were so, then why was she sitting amongst the scum of the earth. Apes; men long beards among their faces, dirty cloths, and the tarnished smell of trash and marijuana. There of course was the occasional tree branch sitting in the corner, talking out of their heads, twitching and moving around while muttering noises that disturbed even the smallest bug that crawl on the walls of the small cell. Thinking and asking herself when she was going to be able to be pulled from the small cage, Maya was snatched away from her lingering thoughts when the black metal bars slid open and another person was pushed in to join the circus.

"Mom! What is going on? Why are we in here?" she asked, in a fast, high pitched whisper of concern.

"I don't now, but everything is going to be okay. I just need to call Tucker and find out what's going on," Ms. Benson replied, rubbing her panicked daughter's shoulders, trying to calm her nerves.

"Well, you're in charge, right? Why don't you go out there and say something? Tell them to let us out."

"I would it I could, but, sweetie, this time, there's nothing I can do. I have no other choice but to let it all play out. As long as we stay quiet and don't say anything to IAB, then no one will have a reason to come after us."

"I don't want to die. They are going to think we talked! We don't know who 'they' are, so we won't know who to stay away from! We are going to di-"

Maya's loud rambling was cut short when her mother covered her mouth with her soft hand as she pulled her small daughter's body close to her own. The soft whispering Olivia was doing in Maya's ear seemed to work quickly as the silence of the small cage was restored, once again.

"Listen," she whispered, "Maya, you are going to be okay. Just know that if I am to die in the end, just know that I love you."

"NO...NO...NO...NO!"