Chapter 1: Reasons

"What is you're name citizen?" said the elite coldly. "What is your name!"

"Scott! My name is Scott H. Stark!"

"What were you doing in Processing Plant 026?"

"I told you, a guard told me to follow him and then he ditched me" The elite slapped him hard across the face "AHHH! Damn-it"

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING THERE!"

"I was on a sabotage mission, I was going to blow the plant up!"

"… Prep his body for processing, send him to Copenhagen, his physical form will make an exceptional shirker"

20 minuets later he was on a train to the Copenhagen Processing Plant. Being stored on a Combine prisoner transport is about as bad as it is comfortable. Not very. You could feel what the train was traveling in. right now he thought his was passing through the Rhineland. Suddenly the train lurched forward and tilted on its side. Scott's personal prisoner transport was flung to the ground. His exposed head slammed onto the floor. His vision went black, and he felt like he was drowning in a pool of warm sticky water.

"Hey, he's waking up…" Scott sat up in the cot; he shivered and pulled the blanket closer. That's when he noticed he was naked…

"What the!"

"For someone who's been out for the last 27 hours you're sure energetic." Said the lady with a cross on her arm.

"Who are you?"

"Me, I'm Karen Mayfield."

"And you're the medic here?"

"No, the cross on my arm is just for show"

"Right… can I have my cloths back?"

"Nah, I like you better naked."

"What!"

"I'm just kidding, here ya' go." Scott slips his cloths on under the sheets.

"Can you walk" Scott jumps out of the cot and walks around.

"Ya know what, I think I can."

"Good, now we don't have to send you to headquarters"

"…what?"

"All Rebel soldiers unable to walk are to be sent directly to headquarters, and since you can walk, you can stay here and help us,"

"Hold on there, I'm no soldier, not any more."

"If your not a soldier then what were you doing on that train."

"…"

"Well?"

"(Sigh) It all started 2 weeks ago…"