A/N No matter what I did, I couldn't find Mira's last name. So right now, her last name is Kendall because it just seemed to fit okay. If you guys have a better idea, I'm willing to take it… oops I mean borrow it. Well…. Borrow and never give back, but you know what I mean.

DISCLAIMER: Hyperactive-disclaimer-of-not-owning-this-because-I-don't,don't,don't.

Air stung at her lungs as she placed the rebreather over her face, ignoring the soldiers who had their uns at her face. Coughing through the not-so-helpful mask, she pulled out her I.D. and showed it to them. "I'm on a mission from Terra Nova; I'm searching for someone who will aid us in a fight against rebels." Her voice sounded muffled, but the soldiers must've caught on for they all lowered their guns and helped her to her feet as she had fallen over.

"Lieutenant Shannon, it is an honor to work with you." One soldier said, reaching for her rebreather to pull it off her face. "There's no need for that in here, the air's filtered." He had some sort of strange accent. German maybe? No, it sounded more like it was just the modern slang of the world. He was rough cut, with messy gray hair even though he was most likely only forty years as well as a dark five-o'clock shadow and dark under circles under his eyes. Is this what good health was in the future? Zoe was so used to see brightened faces of children and happy smiles, everything here was dark and misty and aphotic.

Zoe shook her head. "No, I'm too used to the air of Terra Nova, it will take me a while to readjust." She yelled into her rebreather so it would make a sound on the other side. Damn, these things really needed some sort of microphone so people could talk with them on. She hoped that in the time she had been raised in Terra Nova, someone had invented such a thing and she could get a new rebreather. "I need a look in the archives; I'm looking for someone along the lines of Sienna Kendall, daughter of Mira Kendall."

"Do you know the father? That might help." The same soldier asked. His nametag read Tredway.

"No, no father yet Treddie boy." She looked around. The portal outer rim was clean and white, as if they cleaned it every couple hours, while the rest was filthy and covered with dust and grim, wires and circuits showing every which way as if it was some sort of refugee camp. In which way, it was.

"Tredway. Not Treddie." He said gruffly as he started leading her across the long platform with rails that she had landed on. "The archives are in this building, just follow me." He led her down a series of passageways before stopping in front of a door and opening it. The room was composed something like the Eye back in Terra Nova, but made up or old rusty copper and once colorful but now pale wire hanging out. "It's voice activated, so rebreathers gotta come off." He left the room, but left the door open, keeping guard.

Zoe coughed in as the dusty air entered her system. It was like breathing in smoke plumes! "Search… Sienna Kendall." She said through coughs.

"Searching Sienna Kendall…" The automated voice said, pulling up two screens with pictures of all the results. "102 results…" 102? That would take way too long to check each one. It would be faster just to refine the search for people, then age… but what age was Sienna now?

"Um… excuse me, Treddie?" She asked Tredway who turned and snarled at her. "What year is it right now?"

"2154 ma'am." He said. Great, five years later than when Zoe left. Time must be flowing differently in different time zones. Mira said her daughter was five when she left, so Sienna must be ten. "And it's Tredway, not Treddie."

"Whatever you say Treddie-boy." Zoe muttered under her breath. "Search Sienna Kendall ten years old." She tried again.

"Searching…. Searching… 4 results found." Now that was a better outcome. Four was much more sustainable. Zoe clicked on the first one. A picture of a girl with pastel skin and fire red hair came up. Nope, couldn't be Mira's daughter. The next was a girl with brown hair, but still not the same sepia skin color that Mira had. The third search was the one. It showed a girl with the more or less the same skin tone, dark blackish brown hair that was combed into a short braid down her back. Almost an exact copy of Mira, though the facial structure was a bit off and this girl had green eyes instead of Mira's brown.

"Location search." Zoe commanded. The location showed a small city on England, known as Cardiff. What? Cardiff had been abandoned for centuries for a toxic waste spill. It was a death sentence to go out there! "Damn, Treddie! Do you have any hazmat suits lying around? I'm going to Cardiff!" Zoe pushed herself up from her chair. Even if Sienna was dead, there would still be somewhat of a body that Zoe could bring back to Mira. She stalked out of the room, not exactly knowing where she was going to get a hazmat suit.

"Cardiff!? Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" Tredway jogged to catch up with her, leading her down a few more halls.

"Nope, I'm trying to save the 14,000 people in Terra Nova right now." She spun on him, glaring him in the eyes. If he thought just because he was older and from the future he could undermine her, he was completely wrong. "Hazmat suit. Now." He nodded gruffly before reaching into a closet and pulling out three hazmat suits.

"One for me, one for you and one for whomever we're looking for." He said, passing her a gray colored suit. It was basically a thick baggy wetsuit, through Zoe knew the material was actually extremely strong against any nuclear offenses. It also came with a hood and face mask, both of which Zoe left down for she didn't need to wear the entire thing right at that moment.

"Whoa whoa there Treddie," She started. "You're not coming with, this is strict one-on-one business, I was told not to get anyone involved." He snarled at her.

"Well it seems you've already failed at that ma'am." He pulled his suit on over his uniform like Zoe did. "I was told to assist you in any way possible; that includes getting you a helicopter and joining you."

Helicopter? Zoe repeated the word in her head. She would get to ride in a helicopter? She stared at him. Zoe would need that helicopter to get into Cardiff, for all land transportation was down and it was more or less a hundred miles from the portal to there…. She was willing to consider. "I'll think about it." She said bluntly as he led her down a few more hallways. Gods were all buildings practically labyrinths?

"On the way there…?" He smirked. A soldier smirking at a lieutenant. Was he trying to get himself in trouble?

Zoe gruffly sighed outward. "Yes, fine whatever!" She yelled, echoing off the walls.

"And here is your transportation ma'am…" Tredway opened the door at the end of the twisting halls to reveal a landing pad with a sleek chrome helicopter with eight blades and two tails and high-tech thrusters and headlight cameras. The chrome finish made it a gigantic mirror so it was almost invisible in the dusky skies. "You like it?"

"Very much…" Zoe said, running her fingers along it. It would take time to get flight permission and weapons for the attack on whatever was running the base holding Sienna, but it was possible, plausible, and ultimately parlous.

A/N There might be a need for a dictionary for a few words in this chapter, "parlous" being one of them because the way it sounds is nothing like its definition. Kinda reminds me or "parlor" which I've always thought of being very Victorian and fancy and stuff, when it really has nothing to do with that. R&R PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU