Chloe stood there stubbornly with her hands in front of her with clinched fists gesturing to be cuffed. The Department Security agent pulled a strand of her brown hair behind her ear looking at Chloe searchingly,

Then she said, "What are you some kind of masochist? All you have to do is tell me what you were doing and why there were surges in her mainframe then we can make a deal and you can avoid time in a prison made especially for terrorists."

Chloe shrugged, "I can use a change of scenery."

She cuffed Chloe.

"You're in for a rude awakening Sullivan a day in this place and you'll be singing like a bird."

Chloe smirked, "I'm more of a dancer. I don't like to sing much."

The woman grabbed Chloe and pushed her in the back of the prison truck. Chloe sat on the side way bench in the truck. On the other side sat an attractive police officer with wavy brown hair reading a book. Chloe noticed just how tight his muscles looked in his uniform. He put it down and looked at the agent fastening Chloe to the seat.

He looked Chloe up and down and smirked.

"This is your dangerous terrorist?"

"Don't let looks deceive you officer Dean. She's a threat to national security. Keep an eye on her."

"No problem. My eyes will be glued to her. It's a tough job but someone has to do it."

The agent rolled her eyes and said,

"Just do you job."

Then she slammed the door. Chloe sat there amused with the agent's attitude.

"You know most people would be kind of upset where they are going to a special prison where they got permission to use cruel and unusual punishment."

Chloe sighed, "Well at least I'll be getting the special treatment."

"Uh hmm."

"So why are you smiling?" Chloe asked.

"Life's good to me. I'm not the one getting tortured, I get a little extra paycheck for this trip, and I get to sit across form a beautiful woman."

Chloe smiled and then said, "You know it's probably not the smartest thing to flirt with the terrorist. It might be dangerous."

"I like living my life on the edge. Besides who says I can't have a polite conversation with the dangerous criminal."

"Uh huh. You really don't believe that I am a terrorist do you?"

"No I really don't."

"Well, like you're boss said don't let looks deceive. I may look harmless but I'd surprise you."

"I bet you would. And she's not my boss. She just pulled a cop from the Metropolis PD for watching over the dangerous criminal making sure she doesn't do anything fishy."

Chloe lifted her cuffed hands. "I'm not going anywhere."

"And why are you so blaze' about it?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. Your right I'm not a terrorist but it's not like anyone have believed me so what can I do?"

"So you're giving up. Just like that?"

Chloe looked the other way not looking at this guy. She hated being called on giving up. She wasn't the giving up type.

Then George said, "So Chloe why don't you explain things to me. So I can understand. Why not tell me what you were doing in the Governments computers?"

"What is this? An interrogation?"

"No, I just want to help you."

"Why you just met me?"

"I know but I read you're file and it doesn't sound like you're a terrorist it just sounds like you just got in way over your head. Why don't you tell me what is?"

"Oh I see. Interesting tactics the DTS has. If beating up won't work then try to get the handsome guy to charm his way out of me. Well it's not going to work. I'm not going to talk."

"You think I'm handsome?"

Chloe shrugged, "Like you don't know."

"Well Chloe..." He stopped.

The truck was starting to shake back and forth. He immediately sat beside her protectively and took out his gun.

"Hold on I think something's happening."

Chloe looked at him he looked really sweet trying to protect her from what ever harm it was. She liked that this guy who would protect a perfect stranger even that stranger was questionable. That made this all the more harder. She saw him looking at the door and she scooted closer.

He looked down at her, "Are you scared?"

"Yes." Chloe said fakely.

Suddenly the truck came to a complete stop and the door flung open.

And Chloe's scared expression turned into a big smile.

A tall muscular black man in a silver uniform for a silver mask on stood there.

"Hey Chloe."

"Hey, Cyborg ."