Brin knelt unsteadily in the middle of a vacant junk yard. She was breathing heavily, trying to force the uncasual air into her lungs. She'd been caught, again. But it didn't end like Alex's. She didn't have a shot wound. She just had several little wounds, a gash above the right eye, a nearly crippled left arm, and quite a few welts littering the width of her back. She never had such a thorough fight in all her teenage life.

This was an awful place to stop, but she couldn't run anymore. Her leg muscles were crying out in pain and her lungs were throbbing with overusage. She couldn't stop herself from collapsing to the ground, even with the knowledge that they would find her in a matter of minutes. Brin quickly searched herself for the self phone Alex had left in her bag before he disappeared into the night. She shouldn't have doubted it, the first speed dial number was Alex's own.

Alex picked up on the first ring, as though he'd been expecting it. "Brin?" He murmured into the phone. He seemed so calm.

"They're coming, Alex," Brin mumbled clumisily into her own phone, not even bothering to filter out her pain or heavy breathing. "I'm not prepared...I haven't learnt how to fight this many...fight this much...I'm suck-ish..."

"Where are you?" Alex asked quickly. He knew time was limited.

"The town junk yard..." Brin answered as quickly, as firmly as possible. Alex hung up without any further words. Any further words were uselss. Useless bits of data that might cost Brin her young life.

Brin forced herself to her feet and stumbled her way through the junk yard in a search for some sort of shelter. Somewhere to hide. But she was just so slow, there wasn't a way she'd escape them. And sure enough, they showed up just five minutes after her call. Brin tried to run again but her feeble legs refused to support her weight and she tumbled to the ground.

The five rogue agents that had caught up with her were now towering over her, enclosing a tight circle around her. Suffocating her. Brin tried to rise again, but that's when the kicks started up. There were kicks from everyone, thousands and thousands of boots stomping down on her heavily, refusing to let her breath. The stark red pain was every where, steal everything she thought she'd had, it even stole the screams as they rose up into her throat.

Then a pair of boots fell away, followed by a loud thump. Then all the other boots fell away and the pain slowled to a dull prescence. Brin tried to lift her head before the darkness enclosed her.