Breen pointed towards Malcolm as the two Combine solders behind him came fourth towards Malcolm. The room was absolutely pitch black except for a small ceiling light that shone almost devilishly on Breen. He heard the door close behind them.

Malcolm sighed and allowed himself to be arrested, as the other man was beaten first. He supposed Breen was a bit more 'gentle' with family, even though as his family was murdered..

He shook off the thought and was pushed towards Breen, who was grinning.

"Malcolm. How.. good to see you. How's your mother?" he asked with a chuckle.

"You fucking asshole!" Malcolm lashed out as his uncle with a swift rage, almost breaking from the grasp of the solders. He could hear the other man screaming in protest as he was handcuffed with strange blue restraints, which he probably had on, too.

Breen smiled again. "Little Malcolm.. But they had to die. They were a danger to the purification of human nature. They aimed towards extinction, while I wanted only the best for humanity.. Frankly, I wouldn't have been here today if they hadn't.. served humanity, so to speak.." he said with a short laugh, before motioning the two solders to take him and the other away.

Malcolm was pushed to the floor, which was, surprisingly, warm. It was some sort of greenish light field-- a force field. The solider raised his fists, before Breen spoke up prompting the solider to stop.

"Take him to the citadel and.." he couldn't make out the rest. The solider nodded, and removed a small syringe from a shoulder-pocket, and injected Malcolm with a large dose.

"Get the hell off m.." he mumbled, the air becoming thick with colors, and then all went black.

-

Breen looked towards Malcolm, who was on the ground twitching. He shook his head in shame. His only relative was against him, against purification. What a fool!

"Let's go." he stated, leading the two solders to the APC they had under heavy guard. This was a personal and rare visit away from the citadel, resistance could come at any time and catch them off guard. He began to walk faster, sighing with relief as he finally boarded the cramped space of the APC.

As soon as Malcolm and the man were loaded up, the hatch was sealed.

"Let's go." Breen said to the driver, as the APC sped down the abandoned streets.