I went downstairs to the weapons department where a scrawny guy with his long dark brown hair gelled back and tied. He saw me and fixed his police uniform and his black vest. Then he leaned on the counter and gave me a smile. " Heeeeey there good-lookin!" He grinned. "Cut the crap Wayne. Where's Torres?" I said lamely as I walked in. " Psh...That baldy? Who Knows?" He chuckled. " So... What'll be? Shotgun? Rocket Launcher-" Wayne said before getting cut off by a booming, stern voice. " WAYNE!!" I thirty year old man wearing his police form said. He was bald on the top of his head but had long brown hair on the sides that was tied up. Torres looked pretty good for his age and had a goatee. Wayne, who was startled by Torres yelling, stood up perfectly straight. " Y-Yes Sir!" Wayne stammered. " Argh... Idiots like you are the reasons why guns won't disappear from this country!" Torres stressed. " Get your ass back to weapons storage! You're to far from ready to be handling guns in here." Wayne held up his hands in surrender and walked out from behind the counter. " OK OK OK ...sheesh.." Wayne muttered.

"Torres, I need some equipment" I told him. " For last night's case? Heard it was quite a mess" Torres said while going into his little workplace. " But as long as cops rely on guns, criminals will too. Its a vicious cycle. I hate to hand a weapon to a young cop like you .... but I hear this isn't you ordinary crook. I guess I can't send you empty-handed" Torres said while looking for a weapon. He finally found the right rifle and handed it to me. It was a M16A1, A pretty strong rifle. I carried the rifle and it was pretty good, yet heavy. " Here... this is the most powerful gun I can allow you to have. Captain Baker already notified me but show your permit again" Torres said. I gave him my permit and the new rifle so he can modify it. Since Torres worked here so long, he had quick hands and finished modifying it in no time. He handed back the rifle. " All set.. But just remember, Cops own guns for protection. Don't let the guns own you" He said. I left some equipment with Wayne and in exchange, He gave me some neat tune up techniques.

While I was going back to Baker's office, I saw a little eight year old black boy in a red jacket and red pants, wandering around. " Hey there, you lost?" I asked the boy. The boy looked up at me with a confused look. " ... ahhh..." the boy said while scratching his head. At the same time, Daniel was walking around the place and found Ben and I talking. " Ben?!" He said in surprise and came by us. The boy turned around and jumped for joy. " Daddy!" he yelped. " Hmm... So this is Ben" I said with a smile. Daniel patted Ben's head. " Ben, this is Aya" he said while pointing to me. " Now, what are you doing here?" Ben pulled out tickets from his pocket and held it up to Daniel. " Tickets?... Oh yeah.. the concert..." Daniel said with his hand to his face. Then he looked down at his son who was holding the tickets and smiling. " Sorry son... daddy's really busy today" he told Ben as his smile quickly turned into a frown. " I promise I'll make up for-" Daniel said before Ben grew angry and cut him off. " FINE!" Ben yelled and ran out of the police station. Daniel tried calling him back but he was gone. " Guess every kid needs a mother.." Daniel sighed. " That's not true!" I said as I put my hand on his shoulder " I was raised by my father too, after my mother died. I'll always be grateful for him." Daniel remained silent for a minute and then pushed my hand away softly. " Yeah, well his mother's still alive" he sighed sadly and walked away slowly.

I went to Baker's office once again because Cathy, another officer, told me that Baker was looking for me. I stood by the door. " Sir... You were looking for me?" I asked. Baker noticed me by the door and stood up. " Yes. We're having a press conference and I want you there too." My eyes widened. " Me?" I almost squeaked. " That's right. You'll be on national television as sole survivor of that incident" As surprised as I was, I really hated being on T.V. " Oh no.... Not the reporters again! they're so irritating!" I thought to myself , trying to keep a straight face. " I see..." I nodded. " But you only answer when I ask you" Baker instructed. " The Media is just looking for anything to grill us about. They may even turn you into a suspect. So let me do the talking. Understood?" Baker said. " Yes sir" I said. " OK then...lets go meet the press" Baker said with a sigh.

The meeting was held in our meeting room, which is pretty small. Reporters and cameramen couldn't all fit into the room so some had to stay in the hall and tape from there. Even outside, there was many reporters just waiting for me to come out so they can poke microphones in my face. I was literally blinded from all of the camera flashes as Baker and I were escorted by two police officers. I had to squeeze into the meeting room. Finally, We stood in front of dozens of chattering reporters that filled the entire room. The meeting soon began and all of the reporters soon were quiet. One reporter in a fancy red suit, stood up to ask her question. " So you are saying that this could be the work of a terrorist?" the young reporter asked. " That's what we currently speculate" Baker said into the microphone. The reporter was satisfied and sat down, taking notes. Another reporter in a black suit, stood up to ask his series of questions. " How about the accounts of officers and firemen at the scene bursting into flames?" the reporter asked. "That was due to a rare, highly flammable chemical used to start the fire" Baker explained. " Another question. Then how did Detective Brea survive without so much as a minor burn?" The reporter asked. " This is a result of her quick thinking and training as an officer-" Baker said before the reporter shouted rudely. " I'm asking HER the question!" Baker became quiet and looked at me, waiting for what I was gonna say.

I stepped up to the microphone in front of the reporters. " She said that my Mitochondria were a mutation" I replied. Then there was a commotion among the reporters. They took more pictures of me and scribbling down notes like crazy. " AYA!" Baker said in shock and anger. " Your... Mitochondria? Who said this?" the same reporter asked. " Melissa...no, she was Eve, But according to a report, Melissa Pearce was killed in a fire! Melissa did die. Her body was taken over by this... Eve" I explained. "What's this Eve? some kind of alien?!" Another reporter asked with confusion. Soon, the press started to panic and they were louder than before. Baker stepped up. " People People please!!" Baker said frantically. " She is very tired and we are still investigating... That will be all for today" Baker said and led me out of the crowd while the two officers tried to calm down the press and hold them off.