"Persistent isn't he?" Syl said as she stared out the window at Police Chief Bravura as he shouted orders to the police officers that sealed the perimeter.
Zane glanced over Syl's shoulder and out the window before replying, "Yeah. You'll have to give him that. Not very good at catching us but he never gives up."
Syl smiled and backed away from the window, "You ready to get out of here?"
Shrugging, Zane backed away from the window, "Whenever. It's not like we have anything to worry about."

Zane's voice faltered at the last point of the sentence betraying his lack of confidence but he knew Syl was putting up the same front he was. He arched and stretched his back and his hand ran behind him to where his back was once broken. It had healed in a very short time. A combination of Manticore blood and a clean break according to Logan and his friend Sebastian. They didn't stay for long and left that very night before Max could wake.

The way Zane figured it was that Zack didn't want to face Max when she woke up and so he moved them quickly out of Seattle and into Canada where Zack always ran and hid. It wasn't long before he and Syl left and headed South back into the US to Portland where they were now. Last Zane had heard Krit was still with Zack though. That wasn't something Zane bothered himself with since he knew Zack could take care of himself and Krit. Right now he was more worried about their situation.

Syl already had on a bullet proof vest and she helped Zane get his on quickly. It was atleast a little more added security and it wouldn't hurt. She pulled her blonde hair back and tied it off so it wouldn't obstruct her vision. She checked her sidearm to make sure the safety was off. It wasn't the SOCOM she liked to carry but it was an adequate Glock. Zane held a Fabrique Nationale M16A2 assault rifle which held a generous thirty rounds and would cause some havok.

They looked at eachother and didn't say anything as they checked the window one last time. The room was pitch black so the soldiers outside couldn't see them but the hall light outside the closed door was on and Zane wasn't sure if that meant they were just outside or not. Syl stood to the one side of the door and Zane pressed against the handle side ready to kick the door against its hinges so it swung outward. Just before he counted to two Zane thought he heard something and signaled Syl to listen.

Arching her ear upwards Syl listened intently on whatever Zane may have heard. Her sensitive ears picked up the sounds of the Manticore Ops outside and Zanes own heavy breathing but otherwise the air was still and silent. A chill went down her spine and she realized she would have rather heard something than nothing. The apartment door seemed to be radiating a cold mist and Syl could see that even Zane started to back away. Suddenly the window behind them shattered and they quickly turned around in time to see a dark figure in a leather trench coat roll towards the other side of the room.

They both instinctively backed up and tried to focus on the darkness but the light filtering in from outside the window and from under the door caused their vision to be altered. There was just enough light in the room that their eyes were having difficulty adjusting to the darkness. They could hear their assailant rushing back and forth around the room in an effort to cause them to make an error out of fear and panic. It was Zane who made the mistake by firing three rounds from his M16A2 towards a random sound in the darkness.

Syl immediately jumped back and rubbed at her eyes with her Glock still in her hand. The muzzle-flash from Zane's FN caused her straining eyes to be blinded. She saw exploding stars in front of her but her vision quickly began to clarify. To her right she heard several sounds of metal hitting stone and finally a crash as something heavy broke the wooden table in the middle of the room. Her vision adjusted just in time to see Zane on his back in the rubble of the large table. She quickly scanned the immediate area but she was too slow as she felt the wind rush out of her and two arms moving in opposite vertical directions collapse onto her Glock.

The force caused her to drop the gun in a yelp of pain but she quickly swung her right hand and landed it square in the chest of her attacker. Even this close she couldn't make out any features as he wore a deep hood that gave him the look of one of the monks in the Budhist temple she had taken refuge in after her escape from Manticore. Syl quickly pushed into the man in front of her landing several punches as her attacker tried desperately to block her swings.

A smile started to form on her face as her genetically enhanced skills began to take the better of her attacker. Finally, Syl used all of her weight into her right foot which she brought crashing into his chest and sent him flying into the darkness and crashing into furniture against the far wall. A light shone in Syl's eyes from the adrenaline rushing through her system as she pulled Zane up who groaned groggily. He stood up smiling at her and the both began searching for their weapons to make their escape as fast as possible. Syl was the first to find her Glock and she reached for it with her left hand.

As she picked it up a military boot came crashing down onto the barrel of the gun and caused her to pull back in alarm, letting go of the gun. Looking up she stared into the deep hood of her attack as his shoulders rose and fell from heavy breathing. It was one of the only times in her life that she actually felt afraid. It was as if some demonic apparition had come to seal her fate and she felt completely helpless. In fear and panic she scurried backwards without even standing up and her mouth and throat were dry from fear.

She watched as the empty hood moved to watch her as she moved away but the figure made no effort to follow her. It was then that Zane came bounding out of the darkness and used his whole frame to bring his right fist directly into the figures stomach. The attacker quickly doubled over and groaned as he struggled for air. Zane continued rushing carrying the figure with him and slammed him into the wall. His huge arms flexed as his clenched fists were brought continually into his foe's stomach. He watched as the body against the wall continuously tried to collapse but was kept up only by his fists continuously pummeling into it. Finally he took a step back and the figure fell in a heap onto the ground.

Zane quickly rushed over to Syl when from behind him he heard a click and then a sound he had never heard before. It was as if a long piece of metal was sliding against another solid material. In any other context it would have been an interesting, almost compelling, sound but he got the distinct impression that this wasn't a good thing. Suddenly the door burst outward from the room and he was blinded by the light from the hall as he fell back onto Syl to protect her.

Deputy Chief Holden Edwards was rushing down the hall past the soldiers that pressed against the wall to allow him through. The door to the room was off it's hinges and lying in the hallway and he barely listened as the Sergeant next to him spoke. He stepped into the now bright room and in the just to the right of the doorway were the limp forms of the fugitives that the government woman named Renfro had them searching for, Zane and Syl. Little did he know that she was populating the cold confines of a morgue freezer cabinent.