It was an ordinary inspection, that was all. But there was an alarum, and he had to look and see what caused it. Wide dark eyes and a frozen figure by a fence. He advanced, and the girl, for that was what she still was, darted into the jungle forest, giving a call of some sort. He didn't think she was planning on giving a party. He followed.

"Wait right there!" She jerked to a stop, before starting off again. He surged after her and caught glimpses of others, adults, converging on a slightly-battered jeep. Up came the SPAS 12, and the distinctive sound rang around the tiny clearing. Direct hit to the petrol tank. And then one of the adults turned away from the jeep, and leapt at him.

The shotgun skittered beyond a fern. His throat contricted as the man seized him by his collar in one hand, and with the other reached out, and the weight of his sidearm disappeared as it was pulled from his holster, and pressed to his head. But at the least, his attacker didn't want to kill him, as he took his own sweet time. Right hand crept to a knife hidden close to his skin. And it flashed briefly before sinking into the attacker.

Muldoon took a deep breath of air, as his attacker let go in favor of the dagger pommel in his stomach. No dramatic gasp, just widened eyes looking as the dagger slid out. Blood seeped out, fast dripping on the ground. Compies gathered, attracked by the scent, and as the man fell backwards, they were rewarded. They chewed on him, and the startled look on his face was assauged by the sleeping venom of the procompsagnauthids.

The girl stepped forward, bent over, and picked up the gun. She aimed, and fired, then looked straight at him. Her eyes were dark and dreaming, and she had apparently removed herself from the situation, and wasn't in full control of her actions. A woman stepped forward while he was entranced by the strange look, and handcuffed him, the click brought him to reality.

It was a small walk to the shore, where a boat was waiting. He was shoved down onto one of the rows, and his shotgun was placed on his lap, yet because of his shackles, he couldn't reach it. The entire affair was infuriating. He pulled against the restraints, only to get backhanded on to the boat floor, by the woman who had taken charge. If she was paying attention to him, it wouldn't have hurt his pride so much, but she was currently glaring at the girl, who was explaining the nature of compies, and their venom.

But when the girl heard the smack, she reached over and helped him off the floor, ignoring the increased intemsity of the dark-haired woman. Her hand was lightly on his wrist as she continued her explaination, and it softly caressed the area of skin around his shackles. She glanced over, and then her hand left off, as she ducked her head towards the other side.

Came they soon enough to a small ship, some miles offshore, and he was transferred down into the cargo hold, where they had more adequate supplies to hold prisoners. On the inside wall, was the BioSyn logo, one of InGens main competetors. It drove the point home. Once captured, once seen, he was never going to be freed. The door shut, and the darkness surrounded him.