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Prisoner 3294-A4, Ymir, age thirty-three, 5'8", brown hair, gold or amber eyes, whatever, et cetera. Our medical professionals did their best to keep her...quiet, we got her off the medication and been giving her placebos for this week as help for you guys. Though if I do recall properly, she was quiet the moment she stepped in here.

Modern!AU

"You got visitors, lucky you," the usual guard said, she placed down her book and roused herself, her back cracking. Her eyes were weary from the words that seemed to drown on and on from the pages, her steps were similar to her hazed mind.

Ymir leaned against the door, hands through the slot so that he could lock the cuffs around her wrists. She huffed and withdrew her hands, slot slamming shut, she watched him open the door for her- she stepped out as another guard stooped low to cuff her ankles. Rolling her eyes, they gave her a nudge and she was escorted by two more other guards.

The gray halls beyond her normal view were a blessing to see, she only saw them every three months.

Her eyes wandered, peeking at the other cells to see other men and women behind the glass doors. As she shuffled down the hall, she wondered if those others would ever have visitors but given the prison they landed in, it was doubtful.

"Look straight, prisoner," a gruff voice ordered her, she did so immediately, silent.

Visitors were a rarer sight for any of them to see, more so than the halls or the elevator she stepped into. She waited, shifting her weight from left to right, then back again. She sighed and waited for the floor to arrive before the ding resounded through the metal box- she stepped out, still trailed and led by the men that kept a close eye on her.

On this floor, the halls were a darker gray, professional looking from what she could tell from the doors. It almost felt like an office, a dull one, but one none the less, save for the lack of plants, desks, water coolers, and people- hell, it wasn't even an office, it just looked like some dull hall. Her mind was truly hazed. She blinked once or twice before being ushered into one of the rooms to which there was a single table that she was ordered to sit at.

They chained her to the desk and left her in there alone.

Ymir folded her hands and looked around to observe more of her surroundings.

She was put in a white room, the table was bolted to the floor and made of metal, across from her was a mirror to which she saw herself for the first time in over three years.

Her hair had grown longer than she remembered last time she checked, maybe at least six inches had gotten down to the shoulder blades. There were dark circles under her eyes, those golden hues she once had were empty, those parts she remembered. She scoffed at her reflection and looked away. Her nose itched so she rubbed it against her shoulder.

She cleared her throat and remained quiet, though her thigh began to move in a quick rhythm, she was growing impatient.

-...-

"Doesn't look like anything in the pictures," Levi said as he handed the folder back to Hanji, she examined the contents much more closely than he did. He crossed his arms and glared at her. "You sure it's her, Jameson?"

Jameson nodded as Hanji offered for him to take a gander at the files. "Prisoner 3294-A4, Ymir, age thirty-three, 5'8", brown hair, gold or amber eyes, whatever, et cetera. Our medical professionals did their best to keep her...quiet, we got her off the medication and been giving her placebos for this week as help for you guys. Though if I do recall properly, she was quiet the moment she stepped in here."

"Then why pump her full of meds?" Hanji inquired as she went over the medical records.

"For someone at her level, doctors decided to give them to her by default. If you ask me, there wasn't much of a change but doctors are doctors," Jameson said, shrugging. "You two are free to go in there, she won't bite."

Hanji was the first to leave, Levi went after her shortly with Jameson close by. He opened the door for them and Hanji entered first, she had a briefcase in tow as Levi had the door close behind him. Ymir watched the woman carefully, she ignored the little man as she took note of how sullied the woman's hair was. She began to wonder if she was actually a prisoner here herself given how disheveled and unprofessional looking she was.

The woman looked out of place.

"Good day, Ymir," Hanji greeted her,"my name's Agent Hanji Zoe and this here is Agent Levi Ackerman, we're from the FBI."

Ymir merely gave a curt nod.

"I bet you're wondering why we're here."

Nod.

"We came all the way out here for two things," she began, she opened her briefcase and fished out a manila folder. Inside it was several pictures she laid out on the table, four men and a woman. Ymir reached a hand to pick up one and scrutinized the woman in the photograph. "Can you identify these people?"

"Annie, I remember her," Ymir complied, she had no reason to hide who they were, after all, she was behind bars from then on. She pointed at the other pictures. "Then Reiner. Bert. Marcel. That other guy though." She stopped at the man who wore rounded spectacles. "Never seen him before. Who's he?"

"So far, we've learned he is the leader, Zeke, and these four here are his top officers," Levi finally spoke,"we need a way to take them down-"

"No game," Ymir said, slapping the picture of Annie down as though she folded in a game of poker,"they may have been my clients but no, not anymore. I do the job they give me, not muddle in what they do. Not my problem."

"We figured you would say that," Hanji said, taking the photos back, she went to fishing out another folder as Levi approached, he took out a series of photos from another folder.

A photo of a teenager, her hair shoulder length and her face adorned with freckles, was presented to her. Ilse.

Ymir had not seen her in a long time but she remembered those silver eyes, kind and bright. She picked up the picture, calmness reaching her, then alarm, she placed it down and immediately asked,"What have you done to her?"

"Nothing at all, though without you out of there, she won't make it to college, though we are willing to help you help her," Levi explained,"we are willing to grant her a full ride to any place she picks, but only if you do what we need you to do. You in?"

Ymir's eyes lit up.

The opportunity to help out like she used to hardly ever came, rarely. It was like waiting for a fly to appear in her cell so that she could have another living thing with her. She had a pet fly for once, only for a day though, it died and she had no choice but to flush him down the toilet. Or her. Either of those.

She sniffled.

"What else goes with this? Stipulations? Guidelines? Do I got to follow the law?" Ymir asked, while she was willing to do this as soon as possible, she knew how these people can screw others over in a heartbeat when things go haywire. She folded her hands, she should not have shown that eagerness.

"Other than the offer for that nice college deal, our superior has decided to supply you with what you need to do. If you complete your end of the bargain, we will reduce your sentence by a substantial amount as well," Hanji said, she gave a smile- it was one of those smiles those used car salesmen would try to lure in people. "You think we will let you go out free completely? That's too much generosity!"

"Really? You know, you've got thousands of agents in your organization," Ymir countered,"you could ask any other agent to do this, set up operations, so on. Why you going to me?"

"Our...organization is compromised at the moment," Hanji's smile was gone,"we have our hands tied with trying to root out the issue going on. The, ah, compromise is too far and spreads wide-"

"So you decide to go to me because you people can't trust one another. Me, of all people, you decided to trust with this-" She waved her hand over the pictures. "-this situation that you people have too many politics to deal with and let grow...like a cancer."

"Your skills are an asset to us now, you have no allegiance, and unlike most of...your kind we came across, you have a steady mind. Stable to be out in the field unlike our own," Levi answered. She glanced at him, he never sat down, he seemed to have so much tensity in his small body. "However, we aren't going to let you out there in the world on your own. We aren't morons to trust you completely."

"...I'm going to have a partner," Ymir raised her brow.

"Exactly," Hanji said, nodding, her smile was back, Ymir gave a slight grimace at how eerie it was. "Your partner will keep tabs on you at all times, so forth, and make sure you won't run off and do whatever it was you normally did."

"And if I decide to kill said partner?"

Levi scoffed. "Botch this operation and then the girl here-" He placed a finger on Ilse's forehead. "-will lose more than her ride to college."

Ymir's lips curled into a snarl, the shackles rattled as she glared at both of them. If there was no bars keeping her locked, she would have strangled the both of them with her chains. She tried to stand up but was jolted down by the metal. "You can't do that- I made a deal with your people before to fucking protect her! Why the fuck you think I'm here!?"

"What's one world lost of one potential college student?" Levi asked as though it were the simplest thing he could say.

"I've met some crazy bastards in my time, some real screwy ones, but none as worse as you two," she said hotly, she gathered her saliva and spat towards Levi yet she missed. "Worse than animals, you people."

Hanji clapped her hands in front of Ymir's face, at this, she whipped her head to glower at her. She stopped clapping like a seal when she caught her attention. "Hey, hey, hey, what he meant was...yes, we can do anything but we are above that. We aren't going to kill her, so just calm down and let us be civilized." She raised her hand to Levi's face before he opened his mouth. "Bup-bup-bup, no, quiet. Now, are we calm?"

Ymir brushed her lips against her shoulder, wiping herself clean. "...I'm going to hold you to that. I swear, if someone so much as touches a single hair on her hair, I will bring down all of you."

"We don't doubt you can," Levi murmured.

"Well, are you going to help us?" Hanji pressed.

Ymir brought her smoldering gaze upon the pictures. Her fists clenched as she weighed the cost and benefit of this, her teeth ground against one another.

These people are insane.

-...-

And there she was, blindfolded.

She thought of all the moments that led her up to this, all the choices she made. In hindsight, they were all poor choices, very poor ones but what can one do about it?

At least these agents had the mind to give her civilians clothes. Just jeans and a white shirt under a plaid button down that she kept open.

The smooth ride of the road changed to bumps, every so often she was jolted her in her seat. Ymir sighed, waiting for the van to halt to a stop, and it finally did after what felt like hours that passed. She wanted to hurl from the disorientation they put her through, however, she kept quiet and held it down. Her mind traveled back to those daze when she did drive, she swore it had to be Hanji driving that made her sick.

Ymir believed she was a better driver than Hanji, the woman was too erratic for her taste.

"Alright, we're here," Hanji rang,"dump her."

The blindfold was ripped off her face, a hand grabbed the collar and she was forced to stand up. Her eyes still couldn't see well in this lighting, it felt blinding outside when the door flew open and she was tossed out onto the street.

She landed on her shoulder upon the asphalt, she groaned as the tailpipe blew into her face- they quickly drove off the moment she was out. She shook her head and then used her now free hands to wipe her face. The van pulled away fast and far, leaving her in Lord knows where. Her mind was in a haze again as she slowly brought herself up to her feet and examined where she was.

Wherever she was, it felt like it was the slums, some inner city place. Cars that had seen better days lined the curbs, it was late at night so the dimmed lamp posts let out tired old red lights instead of white, sharp ones, she swore she could hear barking from stray dogs somewhere. It was a dreary place, somewhere she didn't feel safe in.

She didn't like this.

"Rough ride?"

Ymir immediately turned around to see who spoke to her.

It was a young, short, blond woman that seemed to be in place with the city. She wore what seemed to be a blue party dress though she had a windbreaker jacket to cover her exposed shoulders. Her high heels clicked upon the ground as she approached. Ymir stared at her, cautious, as the girl remained stoic, stiff even in her expression.

Maybe she had one too many men beating on her that she couldn't hold that charm they were supposed to have. Regardless, she found the woman oddly alluring but she pushed it to the back of her mind- whoever she was, she was one of them.

"You a prostitute?" Ymir asked as she rolled up her sleeves. She doubted she was but she had to at least

"They said you were going to have humor." Her lips cracked a slight displeasure. "Come with me," she said briskly. She turned away and headed back to the curb. Ymir didn't follow, hesitent. "Do you want to get this started or not? I could send you back right now if you want."

"Alright, I'm coming."

Ymir decided to go with her. "Got a name?"

"Krista," she said.

"With a 'C-H'?"

"K."

Ymir nodded in agreement, letting out a laugh under her breath. "Hm'k, Krista with a K. They said you got the goodies so don't let me down."