A/N: After the events of the newest episode, well, it was a partial episode, I kind of want Eren to die. In a very painful way too. You guys understand, right? In the end, as long as Pieck survives, I'm good. Next Chapter will comprise of the S.O.G Mission.

Please enjoy our newest Chapter.

Chapter 4: The Hell is a Marley?

With his thoughts all scrambled thanks to the incident occurring in the sea, the same one that nearly killed the Cart, Armoured, Beast and Colossal Titan, Zeke had a difficult time waking up from his forced slumber. "Psst, Zeke." Clearly someone wanted his attention. "Hey, psst, Zeke."

It was clearly Pieck using the childish way to gain someone's attention. Zeke, even with his skull feeling like it was cracked like an eggshell, managed to look to the area Pieck's voice was emitting from. "What is it?" He asked. Eventually Zeke realized the other Warriors and his person were all securely tied to separate chairs. "Oh." He said with the greatest sigh in the world. "Great, this is good, isn't it?"

Reiner, who was trying to escape from his own chair, gave his theory as to where they most likely were. "Commander Erwin and Captain Levi must've found someway to get us to Paradis again." There was a clear strand of stress in his voice. "Interrogation. That's the last thing we should worry about."

He was completely accurate with his claim. Even if the Scouts only possessed a single syringe of the Titan Spinal Fluid, it wouldn't cause them too much trouble if they could only eat one of the Warriors. Eren could simply eat the rest of them. Then Marley would only carry the Jaw Titan.

While Reiner and Bertholdt struggled to escape, Zeke pointed out something crucial. "Our limbs." He said, getting everyone to stop the escape attempt. "Why would they leave them attached when they know it's the method of transforming?" Sure enough, no one was missing an arm or a leg. "It doesn't-"

SLAM. Woods rushed over to Zeke, who was now believed to act as the leader of the group, and slammed his fist into his face. Zeke, not fully recovered from the seas incident, winced in response to the strike to his face. For good measure, Woods added a few more.

Woods launched questions while still launching his fists at the tied up man repeatedly. "Kravchenko, where can we find 'em?" He didn't even offer his prisoner any real chance to speak for himself. "Him and Dragovich, what were they working on?" And the questions kept coming.

While Zeke was essentially getting tortured, Bertholdt and Reiner observed that a few other individuals were taking watch of the situation and simply allowing Woods to injure Zeke as much as necessary. If it was in his power, Zeke would've transformed right then and there.

Eventually, Woods and his fists grew tired of punching Zeke. Beginning to reach for his knife, Woods planned on leaving him with a nice scar. "No!" Pieck shouted, getting Woods to shift his attention away from Zeke, who wasn't in a golden condition. ''Leave the War Chief alone!"

Pieck sounded like she was pissed off, which didn't occur very often thanks to the great attitude she was always in. "War Chief, huh?" At least his suspicions of Zeke acting as some sort of Commander over the others. "Well." He approached Pieck. "Sense you're clearly the only one willing to talk..."

Understanding what was coming next, Pieck's eyes closed and she prepared herself for the same amount of pain Zeke faced. A few seconds passed and aside from the exhaustion of transforming earlier, Pieck was in a fine state. Her eyes slowly opened up to see what had stopped Woods.

It was Mason, who was keeping a tight grip on Wood's arm. "Really Woods?" He said, a disappointed look across his face. Woods pulled his arm away from Mason and for a while the two of them only stared at each other. With a frustrated look across his face, Woods made his exit. "Check in with Weaver, we need to leave soon." Mason reminded him.

Mason took an empty chair and sat himself where all of the Warriors could properly observe and listen to him. He sighed. "My name's Mason. Sorry about Woods." He gave additional looks to Pieck and Zeke. "He can get like that sometimes. Still, you should answer those questions." Mason wanted to find Kravchenko more than anyone. But that didn't mean torturing people was good with him. There are always smarter ways to approach a situation.

Coughing a few times, Zeke replied to Mason's suggestion. "I agree." He said, a few groans following his words. "However, we don't even know who this Drago... Dragovi... Dragovich or Kravch..." He wanted to scream. Who would give their children those names? "We've never met them."

Thanks to the amount of sincerity in his voice, it was clear Zeke was telling him the truth. With that one out of the way, the obvious question still needed an explanation. That is if what Mason and the others witnessed could even receive some kind of explanation.

Adjusting his position in his chair, Mason asked away. "How were you guys those... giants that we saw? And why did it happen there?" Mason didn't get an answer, just confused looks from the Warriors. Why'd Mason refer to them as giants and not Titans? He somehow forgot what four of the Nine look like? Almost everyone in the world knew of their Titans. They were Marley's greatest weapons of war.

''We were all Warrior candidates." Reiner explained. "Marley trained us to inherit the powers of the Colossal, Beast, Cart and Armoured Titans." He paused for a second and looked to Zeke, who didn't look to thrilled to see Reiner spewing out information their captors had no idea of. "We must've transformed into out Titans at the same time. Guess that explains why we were all knocked unconscious."

Reentering the chamber, Woods asked, "The Hell is a Marley?" He was carrying a canteen of water. After taking a quick sip, Woods shared his thoughts on Reiner's explanation. It was the exact thing you would expect to gather from him. "Titans? What kind of crap is that? Tell us what you really did to turn into those things." He looked over to Mason and signaled for him to follow. Mason walked with Woods to a more secluded area. "More Russians on their way, must've followed us." He looked back to the Warriors. "We'll have to shoot them. They'll tell the others which way we're going."

To Mason, it didn't sound like the most practical solution. "They aren't even Russian." He pointed out, causing Woods to roll his eyes. Everyone in the Military knew that the Communists always liked to play games. There was a good chance this was simply another. "Besides, I want some answers."

Annoyed, Woods scoffed and walked away once again, leaving some advice for his friend. "If they look like they're going to turn again, I suggest you run. That shockwave was more powerful than anything else I've felt in a long time." He gathered with Weaver for a smoke. Zeke sighed, glad the man who assaulted him was gone.

Returning to his seat, Mason explained their situation. "Look... Obviously I can't let you guys leave." Pieck groaned. "Not after we found you guys in a Russian Research Base and especially not after seeing your powers." He stood up and equipped his knife. Only unlike Woods, Mason's intentions were less violent.

Bowman trained his weapon on the Warriors while Mason started to free them. "If they try anything, I'll shoot." Mason nodded, acknowledging the trade. Pieck was to last to get released. Once free to move again, she stretched quite a bit while Zeke talked to Mason.

As a way to assure him of their safety, Mason told Zeke that, "If you come with us and tell us everything you know, we'll see what we can-" As the next word came out of his mouth, Mason flinched when the sound of gunfire made its way to his ears. "Dammit, Woods made me think we had more time." He grabbed his weapon and walked towards the exit. "Don't move, wait until it's clear. We'll handle these guys." With his Machinegun equipped, Mason left to join the fight outside.

Zeke looked awestruck. After seeing what they were capable of, Mason still left no one to watch over them? "Oh, I get it." Pieck announced. "This is some kind of test to see if we're with the enemy." It wasn't an awful theory. "If we don't go out there, they won't trust us. But, if we show we're willing to lend a-"

"Are you out of your mind!" Bertholdt shouted at Pieck, a crazed look on his face. Pieck retreated to Zeke, agitated with the amount of aggression in Bertholdt's voice. "From what I can tell, this is a trick." He continued ranting while gunshots were still audible from the outside. "One of us should transform and kill them while we still can. After that, we can see where we are." While Zeke and Pieck leaned more towards the idea of going outside and Bertholdt towards the one that eliminated a potential enemy, Reiner didn't know what to think. They were in an awful situation with very few methods of escaping.

Luckily, they wouldn't need to make up their minds, not yet anyway. Bullets chasing after him the whole time, Woods rushed back inside. Despite no physical wounds, Woods looked as though it was time for him to take a very long and permanent slumber. "Hey... which one of you..." He wished there was still some water left in his canteen. "Do the... Titan whatever. We're getting our ass kicked."

Zeke waited a few extra seconds, thinking the whole time, then proceeded to walk outside. "Pieck, you focus on protecting our... friends. I'll handled these Russians." He looked to Reiner, Bertholdt and Woods. "You two stay, we can manage on our own. And, Woods, right? You stay too. Ask my friends anymore questions on your mind." Raising his hand up to his mouth, Zeke gave one last suggestion. "Please, no more torture." Sinking his teeth into his hand, Zeke transformed into the Beast Titan in a few seconds.

Pieck followed his example shortly after. Only Woods observed that Pieck used his knife. She must've stolen it off of him as revenge. She smirked as she sliced into her hand and transformed into the Cart Titan. She rushed off to find and assist Mason, Bowman and Weaver.

Woods, astonished, looked to Reiner and Bertholdt. "So, what Military are you kids serving in?" Clearly it wasn't the Soviets. Zeke ripping them to pieces with and Pieck stopping Mason and his team from getting killed proved that. CIA? Eh, you can never really tell with them.

Bertholdt kept quiet while Reiner answered the question. "Like we said, Marley. We comprise the Warrior Unit. Or... at least we did." They couldn't really comprise much of anything while they're still in an unknown location. Hopefully Woods and Mason could give them an answer.

"Oh." Woods said, crossing his arms. "You all went rogue then?" He wasn't exactly fond of the idea of abandoning your own people. Unless they were with the Soviets. If that was the case, Woods could make an exception. "So, which Titans are you guys?"