After hearing that, I couldn't take my next action lightly. At the time I didn't know they where talking about Sherry, and if I had, I wouldn't be thinking about what to do. After all, her father did let me know ahead of time that I was pregnant. I would have instantly rushed out and even rescued her, had I only known. Still, in a sense I did save her, from myself that is. The "little one" they where talking about was just another small child to me at the time. That was enough to change everything. A swift surge of some raw feeling I never felt before had manifested with such a strong force it could break through the very walls of that room had it been physical. At first I was thinking about myself, if the few months of comfort was worth it. Any little ones have parents, and I almost had forgotten that obvious fact. I put myself in that position because at the time I knew, well at leat thought, it would happen anyway. Losing a child was unimaginable and that loss should be endured by none. I wanted this child when I was stuck in that closed box, and I wanted the little one, Sherry, to live now. I moved on from the feeling of loss to the feeling of winning. I wanted to become a parent, to know what it feels like to love a child, not a soulless MNU drone. Not anymore. Now more than ever, MNU will know Treachery, as it met my species from me when I worked for MNU.

Everything was silent when the restraints of depression broke free. I didn't hear or think anything but of escaping this enclosure. Everything I did was instinct, I did not have second thoughts, or maybe even first thoughts. I burst out and slammed the group that was in front of the door. Like an american football player, I tackled through any resistance, my determination getting the worst of me. I decided everyone was going to live that day, so I didn't kill anyone in my path. They didn't dare to shoot me at the risk of harming my body either. That made it easier, I'll admit to that, but still my mindset was pure determination, nothing more. I had no other focus and when I was going down the hallway that leads to the parking lot exit. I remembered that as I was running down that hall, a smile broke my face. That moment made a fresh new path for me. My eyes weren't opened, as the pro forma leader said, it was my antennas. I listened, and did what was truly right for the first time in my life. I was saving a life worth saving and now it was saving 2. Even if I died, it wouldn't be for nothing, so I was brave enough to stop as soon as I opened the emergency exit door.

When I opened the parking lot door, the light shine to my now free self standing at the open parking lot. Nothing ever felt so right until then, looking at the twilight sun. Looking around after taking in this new emotion, I ran to a parked car next to a wall and used it to gain leverage, jumping over the wall, and hoping to land on the sidewalk. Instead I landed on a guard, who's gunshots destroyed a camera that was over viewing us. I made him loose balance and both of us fell down, the gunfire was accidental. I can't remember what he said exactly but he pointed me in the right direction. Yes, an MNU guard helped me, and of course I didn't know where to go at the time, I've never been in that area. He told me to follow Sagumant street, a major freeway, east to District 9. I may have stomped his body but I was so glad to have done so, since I would have never met him. He was the nicest guard I've ever met, who I am surprised is able to keep his job while helping poleepkwa at the same time. I thanked him, and even though I didn't see him again, I hoped I would so I could return the favor one day. If I had not met him, if I fell on some other guard, I'd probably be dead when I was getting back up or running away. I'm sure he just played dead when the guards arrived, at which point I was long gone. While running away to sagumont street I was oblivious to my surroundings. As soon as I got to the busy freeway I accidentally caused an automobile collision. I must have surprised the lady that was driving the silver car, but I really messed up when she nearly killed the other car driver; a car driver with a few poleepkwa that were driving away from West Rand. This incident was shown at and boy was I glad that there was no trace of me there.

The sound of a car crashing into another can be a very good, and sometimes humorous, icebreaker. Didn't do anything to me. The surge of feeling was just...right. The good side. That moment is when I felt it, and I wanted to continue that train of thought. That's why when I looked at the car accident and saw that poor poleepkwan driver having some kind of object piercing him due to the accident, I just ran to the car and tried to help. The driver was being pulled to the back seat of the car. The car itself was a regular sedan of some kind, brown in color. At the time I didn't notice the bullet holes on the back. Neither did I notice the stack of weapons, money, and 2 poleepkwa grenades. As a result, I instinctively got in the car and drove to where they wanted me to go, which wasn't District 9 at all. I wouldn't know anything until I got them to their location, and shamefully, when I did arrive I would learn that these where Pro Forma soldiers who just robbed a bank and ran off with weapons and cash stuffed in the back. Saddest part is that I never even looked at the lady who was driving the silver car that crashed into them initially.

When I got to some parking lot and went through an underground entrance they built in there, I stopped at their garage and as I opened the door, still helping them, I took the wounded driver to the medical ward. I started to scan my surroundings as I carried him, looking at the doorless openings down the hall. There were poleepkwa working diligently in each room; some where checking the weapons, while others were building constructions or working on the base's structure itself. The walls where concrete, and the rooms weren't much to look at either since they mostly consisted of benches to work on and empty drums to sit on. When I got to the medical ward I could see change in the design of the ceiling, because the ward itself had no roof. That parking lot was for an abandoned warehouse or something like that, because the 2nd floor wasn't even finished and the 3rd floor was just a bunch of beams going back and forth. The ground was clean though, and I remember just before I entered the medical ward carrying the driver, I saw a poleepkwa mopping the floor. I didn't get to go inside because some poleepkwa in bright blue torn shirts carried him to the bed and a guard stopped me. I became much more aware of my surroundings and felt kind of stupid for a second. The guard, with a pretty big gun I might add, started talking to me.

"I've never seen you here before, are you new?"
"I...I just came to help out with the driver, he seemed hurt and so I drove-"
"You where in the bank heist? I wasn't aware of any new recruits in that mission."
"Recruits to what? What is this place? Where are we?"

The guard paused for about 5 seconds, made a strong stone face and then said "I know someone who can answer your questions" and escorted me to another room.

This room had 2 thick metal doors, I would say 2 inches thick at least from what I remember, and made a creaking sound as it opened outward. The furniture was all metal and compared to how the rest of the building looks, quite nice. On the wall to the left has tally marks (the kind you write on the wall with four sticks and a diagonal slash). About 30 of those things where on the wall. On the right is the MNU symbol embedded to the wall with glass protecting it. On the glass had the same marking on the right wall except the numbers only added up to 8. I could instantly tell that it counted the years MNU was truly in power, because it was marked in MNU blood for sure. Every year it would be washed and written again with an additional year. On the end of the room opposite to the door was one of those foldable metal chairs and an out of place wooden desk with drawers, cabinets with a grenade launcher holstered on the side, and a front cover for the leg-part of the desk. On top of the desk was a laptop hooked to some wires that ran to the wall behind it, and on the corners of that wall had some kind of computer terminals with one of them having a TV on top. What stood out the most though was the person sitting on the chair, working on the computer, dressed in black clothes, and a memorable face. The Pro Forma leader himself.