"Mikasa, go and find where they're hiding Armin and Jean," Levi said over his shoulder and Jon watched as the woman's gear shot her off and over the rooftops. "Connie, you and Sasha will assist Mikasa when she finds them. Nifa and I will go watch over the other wagon and make sure it's staying on course."

"What will you have me do?" Captain Sloan asked him.

"You and Jon stay and help Mikasa."

She shook her head. "Let me come with you. You need more help. Mikasa has plenty of hands to help with the kidnappers. If something happens and it's only you and Nifa…"

"No," he cut her off without any expression or motion. Jon watched as they stared at one another, not saying anything, but somehow also seeming to have a full conversation he wasn't privy to. Mikasa dropped back down onto the roof.

"Captain, they are holding them hostage a few buildings over in a warehouse."

"Are Armin and Jean alright?"

"Yes, but if we don't get there soon I think they'll see through their disguises."

Captain nodded at her once. "They don't seem to be the smartest kidnappers. Maybe even amateurs, I suspect. Everyone know their assignments?" Captain looked at the group on the rooftop. Everyone nodded in agreement. "Alright, everyone, go!" Jon watched as he jumped off the side of the roof and flew off between the buildings, a small, brown headed woman following close behind.

"Please don't try to run away again," Captain Sloan said to him with a gentle smile.

"I think I've learned my lesson," he said as he touched his face and his fingers came away sticky with half-dried blood. "I guess I did kind of deserve it."

She was watching him closely. "Stay close to me while we're doing this. It shouldn't take long. Mikasa saw the inside of the warehouse, so she'll tell us what it's like inside."

"Jean and Armin are tied in two chairs in the center room," Mikasa said to the group. "There are several boxes and crates around that would make it easy to hide behind. I only saw two men. Shouldn't be difficult to take them down."

"Alright, Connie and Sasha sneak in from the back, try to hide somewhere or get up high if you can, Sasha. Mikasa and I will come in from the sides. Jon, stay close to me. Once we subdue the men, we'll check on Armin and Jean."

They all glided over the different rooftops to the warehouse. There was a sunlight on the roof and Jon looked down to see Armin and Jean tied to two chairs. Armin was wearing his blonde hair pulled back and a dress, while Jean had a dark wig. He could understand why Mikasa was worried their disguises may fail soon. One of the kidnappers seemed to be very interested in Armin, rubbing on his chest and pulling him close.

Captain Sloan grabbed his arm and nodded her head. He followed her as they scaled down the building. She put one finger up to her lips as she slowly opened a door and crept inside, him following closely behind. They ducked behind a few crates. Captain Sloan stood and peeked over the crates, her hand extended down over his shoulder, telling him to stay put. She crouched back down and shot him a meaningful look, one he didn't completely understand. Several things happened at once then.

He saw someone walk beside the crates, someone he assumed was a lookout for the warehouse. Captain Sloan stood quickly, pulling a pistol from a holster Jon didn't realize she had. She struck the man on the back of the head with such fluidity that Jon knew she'd done it plenty of times before. The man collapsed on the floor, out cold.

"Help me with this," she whispered to him before grabbing the man by one of his arms. Jon grabbed the other and helped her pull the man behind the crates with them. She tied the man's hands behind his back before rifling through his pockets and pulling out a knife. She pocketed his knife as a commotion broke out in the other portion of the warehouse. Jon looked over the crates in enough time to see Mikasa pinning a man and Sasha shooting an arrow at the man as he reached for a gun. There was the sound of arguing as the squad seemed to squabble over how closely Sasha was shooting her arrows.

"Was that all of them?" Captain Sloan asked as she dragged the guard from behind the crates.

"That was everyone we saw," Armin confirmed as Mikasa helped him from his restraints.

Jon heard several loud pop pop pops coming from somewhere nearby.

"What was that?" Connie asked.

Jon looked at Captain Sloan. Her face seemed to pale. "Gunshots." She began to run toward the doorway. "Jon, stay with Mikasa." She disappeared out of the front door and Jon heard the whir of her gear, signaling she had gone airborne.

His feet began to move, as if of their own accord.

"Hey!" Jean yelled to him, but he didn't stop. "Wait!"

The sunlight hit his face and he let his hooks fly.

Her vision was red. She could barely see anything as she flew between the buildings, going so quickly she was sure she could be called reckless. The sound of guns firing was the only compass she had.

She flew around the corner of a building and saw several officers flying through the air on omni directional gear. They seemed to be wearing uniforms, but she couldn't make out an emblem showing their affiliation. She did, however, see that many of them had revolvers in their hands, as well as swords drawn as they made chase.

She realized who they were chasing after as she watched Levi slice through an officer that seemed to appear out of thin air in front of him. The officer closest to her pulled out a gun and seemed to be looking down it, taking aim.

Sloan sped through the wind quickly, pulling out her own gun and sighting it on the officer. With the pull of the trigger, a burst of red exploding out of one side of the officer's head. She didn't watch them fall away, their body limply hitting the brick of the building their hooks were attached to.

Four more.

The distance between her and the next person was closing quickly. She pulled back the hammer on her gun.

"Oy, oy, oy!" She heard from behind her. A figure was flying in her peripheral vision. She looked to her right and saw a tall man with a cowboy hat and shoulder length brown hair. "Well, I'll be damned!"

She aimed her gun at the man and fired, but he swiftly dodged her bullet.

"You must not remember me," he laughed at her. She narrowed her eyes. His face seemed slightly familiar, but she couldn't place how exactly. "Well, I don't blame you. It has been a long time."

She fired her gun again, this time shooting a hole through the rim of his hat. She gritted her teeth.

"I'll let you go this time, girly, for Uri," he said with a meaningful glance, though the name meant nothing to her. "And because I have other fish to fry, like that little runt up there. But next time, I won't be so generous." He swooped slightly ahead of her and pulled out a blade. Before she could react, he'd sliced forward, cutting the wire of her gear like a knife through butter. She went spiraling down in a free fall, flying into the side of the brick building her other wire was attached to. The air left her lungs in a forced exhalation, and she scrambled to right herself. She had no idea who that man was, but she knew he was bad news. He had a wicked smile and eyes that lit up at the sight of destruction.

And he was heading straight for her husband.

She began to let the wire out, lowering herself to the ground. As her feet touched the ground, she heard the zipping of the remainder of her squad flying by above her head. She heard the sound of feet hitting the ground behind her and she turned to see Jon trotting up to her, his black hair flying back from his face.

"Stay here, Jon," Sloan told him.

"I think you should stay," he said. "Your gear is messed up and you hit that wall pretty hard."

"That was an order," she said through gritted teeth. She looked at his face, trying to discern his thoughts. Much like his father, it was nearly impossible to tell what he was thinking. She grabbed the chest strap of his gear and pulled him forward, before reaching behind him and pulling a pin out of the main housing.

"Go back to the warehouse and guard the prisoners," she called over her shoulder as she let her single wire fly. When she was halfway to where the hook had embedded, she shot it again, across from where it was hooked previously. She went faster and faster, until she spotted Levi again. There were no more officers following them, and instead they seemed to be slowing down. The wagon – where Eren and Historia were housed, disappeared through a tunnel. She watched her team stop and drop to the ground.

She landed close by and ran over to them. Several of the scouts looked shell shocked, with Mikasa sitting on her knees, staring in disbelief after the wagon, Jean staring at the ground with his eyebrows furrowed, and Armin looking positively green. Levi was surveying the scene, seeming to be in his thoughts. As she approached closer she could see he had blood streaming down his face.

"Are you alright?" she said as she touched his face, turning it this way and that as she took in the damage. "What happened?"

"Face met shotgun blast. Where's Jon?"

"I told him to watch the prisoners in the warehouse."

A look of agitation crossed his face. "By himself?"

"Yes, I didn't want him out here with all-"

"Sal, I thought I made myself clear. I don't want him by himself. He's a flight risk."

"I know you're worried, but I think you taught him a lesson. He's acting different."

"But he still needs protection; who is going to help him if something goes wrong?"

Sloan became aware that the scouts were watching their exchange, and also that she had not made the best call by sending Jon back alone and without the use of his maneuvering gear. When she'd heard the gunshots and saw Levi being chased, her focus had completely shifted, and she'd single-mindedly gone after him. It was as if that were the only thing that existed in that moment, that she absolutely had to get to him, and his life depended solely on her getting to him in time. It was arrogant of her to assume he was in a position he couldn't get himself out of, that none of the other soldiers were competent enough to provide back up. Instead, she'd convinced herself she was the only one who could do anything, and had sent their son off on a mission that should have taken two experienced soldiers at a minimum.

The captain shook his head, not meeting her gaze, and she felt ashamed in front of him, as if she were back in basic training and being chastised by a superior. "I don't understand where your mind is, Sloan. Let's get back to him, and quickly."

"You can go ahead. My wire is messed up. It will take me longer to get there."

He nodded at her once. "You were able to make it this far on one, I'll leave you to it to get back." He took off on his 3D gear, the scouts following closely behind as Sloan watched them disappear ahead.