I have the rest of the story written, and I'm finally publishing! Sorry for the long weight. This chapter has been completely rewritten.

Arrested for fighting, Dallas is going to give him shit for weeks about this.

Jenna sits in one of the two interragation room of the police station, hands and feet shackled. A bruise is blossoming on her left jaw, right where Peter's fist caught her. Besides that, there is no sign of the struggle she endured not thirty minutes ago.

I watch from the other side of the two-way mirror, 'accompained' by two police men, and instructed, quite mysteriously, to watch Jenna's interrogation. The cut under my ear stings, and my wrist hurts from the punch I threw at Peter that started this whole damn thing. Peter enters the room Jenna is in, and I feel another surge of anger as Peter curls a lip at her and says, "A very special visitor for you, Miss Kelly." Peter steps backwards, and a three men enter in a single line. The first and last both wear impeccable suits, creased and wrinkleless, with stony faces and expensive watches. The second to enter wears a military uniform, with stars and ribbons decorating his chest in a colorful arrangement. His face is wrinkled, but he has the look of a man used to be in charge, and very used to being eyes are dark and sharp, and he walks like a hunter.

Judging by the way Jenna tenses almost imperceptabely and changes her stance, along with the look in her eyes, she knows these men, and doesn't like them.

"Long time no see, Sergeant." He says to Jenna with a crooked smile. "It seems as if you've gotten yourself into a spot of trouble."

The man sits, and the other two stand, arms clasped in front of them, in the corners of the room behind Jenna, facing me through the glass.

Peter stills stands with the door held open, and his smile is slowly fading. "There must be a mistake. Women cannot be in the armed forces, they are too weak and-"

The man gives him a withering glare. "You are dismissed. This is no longer any of this police precinct's concern. We have permission to use any resources available here, and are taking full charge of this woman. I recommend that you forget that you even met her."

Peter exits the room, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, and closes the door swiftly behind him.

"Thanks for that, Command Sergeant Major. He's a bit of a sexist ellitist, gets on my nerves. Maybe you two should get together over coffee."

The man backhands her across the face so suddenly that I jump. I want to leap through the glass and throttle the man, but Jenna only laughs and smirks.

"Hold your tongue Sergeant. It seems as if you've forgotten your training." The man stands up and begins to prowl around the room.

"About a month ago, the body of a man was found and identified by the German government as Lukas Richter. He was suspected to have links to over a dozen different terror unions in a dozen different countries. There is no solid proof of this, and his killer is being hunted for not only by the authorities, but also possibly by his very dangerous probable associates. The name of this killer would be very, very valuable, wouldn't it?"

Jenna raised an unbelieving eyebrow. "What's your point, Gedent?"

"REFI could use a little extra manpower. We, as of late, have lost many agents, to death, insanity or retirement. And we are here to invite you back in! Our offer is more than generous, you will recieve an extraordinary amount of compensation, good pay, and we would require your service only for two six-month periods. You would be out in 13 months."

Jenna looked him dead in the eye. "I refuse. I don't give a shake of a rat's ass what you have to offer. I will not. I'm done."

Gedent sat on the edge of the table, hands facing upwards, and the tension in my body increased. "Before you make your decision, consider this: all those kids you live with, the ones that live around you, you... I believe the term used around here is 'greasers', all but three are old enough to be drafted. Your own brother too, he's 19 now, isn't he? And if that neighbor of yours," the command sergeant major waves at me, despite not being able to see me, and Jenna doesn't even blink in the direction of the glass. "I believe Darrel Curtis is his name, fails the next home inspection, he loses custody of those two boys. The youngest will go to a boys' home, and the other could be drafted."

I go cold as I think of all my friends, all those kids, at the front lines, and of Pony in a boys' home, and I sees red as I watches Gedent coolily stare down Jenna.

Suddenly, Jenna hands and ankles aren't in their bindings. She radiates fury and power, and as one of the guards in the room with her lunges forward, she, in one fluid motion, slip over the table, punches him in the solar plexus, and slams his head into the metal table in the room with a sickening thud, while smoothily pulling the gun from his belt. I overpower the guards and run out the viewing room, down the hall, and into the interrogation room, and bring down the other guard with my left hook as he turns to Jenna.

Jenna presses the cool metal barrel of the gun into the nape of Gedent's neck. "I don't like to be threatened."

The first guard, laying at Jenna's feet, suddenly sweeps her legs ot from under her, and she tucks and rolls. The other guard is out cold, but as Jenna stands once again, 10 different police men storm into the room, taking the gun and restraining Darry and she.

While two policemen hold back Jenna's arms and head, Gedent strides over her and strikes her across the cheek with his left hand. As blood begins to ooze down her face from the cut of his wedding ring, she yells at him, eyes murderous, "You fucking peice of shit."

"Tsk, tsk. Not very nice language."

Gedent begins to slither out of the room, stopping to smile at me and pat my cheek. I curl my lip and spits on him.

Gedent wipes the spit from his cheek with a completely neutral look on his face.

"I'll see you later Jenna, we can finalize what exactly your rewards shall be. Maybe I'll include a little extra. I do believe that with this little stunt you have showed you are worthy of it. Au revoir."