Hmm… my pendant says I'm on location. He should be here. But where?

A slender female with long, ebony hair and pale skin walked down hallway after hallway of the most intense maximum security prison she'd ever come across. She'd had to enact several charms and enchantments in order to conceal herself from all the alien guards walking around. After, all, this prison did belong to the Galactic Federation, a government she had no intentions to cross.

As the woman made her way down several more corridors, she couldn't help but notice how armed the place was. All walls and doors were made of a material she wasn't familiar with and every guard had some kind of weapon that she was afraid might be able to destroy her. Galactic reapers were constantly being reminded about the dangers of their job. No one really knew what could kill them and what couldn't.

She finally came across a large, metal door that stood at least ten feet tall and was probably just as thick.

Promising, she thought.

She walked through the door and stopped at the edge of the walkway. A railing ran around the length of the walkway with a small opening to walk through, and it all overlooked massive holding chamber.

The prison.

Each cell was like a cell in a hive, and all of them contained some alien shackled to the wall. There were so many it made the woman dizzy. Aliens that were big, aliens that were small. Fat aliens, tall aliens, green aliens, hairy aliens, aliens that looked like ball sacs. It was bad.

But she wasn't here for aliens. She was here for a human. And there was only one human here in this galactic prison.

To her right was a computer; she walked up to it and pulled out a chip from her breast pocket. She looked around the computer for a place to stick it, shrugged, and just jammed it into the nearest hole. The computer beeped and blinked wildly, then went straight to green. The woman raised an eyebrow and looked around at the cells before here. All of them were orange, except for one. It was green.

Bingo!

She jumped down from the ledge and landed, then walked over towards the green cell, careful not to bump into any of the hundreds of guards walking past her. After all, she was invisible, not a ghost.

The cells were stacked a hundred high, possibly more, and ran for miles and miles down the room. The bottom row of cells stood about five feet off the ground and must have been about as tall as her (the form she had chosen for this shenanigan was 5'6"). When she finally made it to the column that her target was in, she stopped and took a few steps back.

And bumped right into the guard behind her.

It turned around and grunted, just in time to see her materialize in front of her.

"What the-"

It didn't have time to finish its sentence, because the woman had her own special weapon out and ready and in one clean sweep, the guard's head was disconnected and rolling on the floor. Purple fluid sprayed everywhere; all over the floor and the surrounding guards and the woman.

"Ew," she said. "It smells."

No one moved and everything was silent, until one guard shouted "get her!"

Alien guards bolted at her from every direction, guns in hand and firing. She quickly decided that there was no time to fight, and turned back to the cells. Two enormous, shadowy arms shot out of her back and dug into the floor, then launched the woman up into the air. She used these arms to climb the cells until she reached the green-lit one, and when she got there, she stared into the glass at her target. Just to be sure it was him, she glanced over at the cell tag where, in English, flashed the prisoner's name.

RICK SANCHEZ.

She looked back at the old man within, who stared back at her through the glass, eyes wide with horror, mouth open in a mute scream.

Another shadowy hand emerged and smashed through the glass and wrapped itself around Rick's torso. The broken cell disabled and the shackles around his wrists and ankles released, allowing the hand to yank him out of his cell and pull him towards the woman.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" Rick kept screaming.

The woman smiled and let her ghostly suspensions release, and the two of them fell from the cell towards the ground. Rick's horrified screams echoed from behind the woman as they accelerated towards the hard, metal floor, but just as they were about to die, the woman reached behind her and pulled out her scythe from the hand holding Rick. She swung at the floor and ripped it open, revealing a fire-like portal leading into whatever dimension the woman was headed to.