Zaltana turns to see blue eyes that anyone could just lose themselves in. Brian stands there, staring down at her with his usual 'I-Know-More-Than-You' look that always makes Zaltana want to swipe the smug look away. She might if she has to see him all the time. Commander always tells her he's away on a mission, one nobody knows about. Speculation is that he's spying on the Joes, something Zaltana wouldn't be surprised if. He's the only one truly guaranteed a spot.

"Nice to see you again. You managed to last a good deal longer than Xaria."

"Ten minutes isn't much longer," Zaltana says, knowing it to be a lie. With Brian, you have to pretend to know nothing so his ego can inflate. Then you strike like a cobra. "I'm just better at everything compared to her. Pretty soon, she will accept it."

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"I'm me," Zaltana replies without much elaboration. Brian laughs, causing goosebumps along the blonde's skin. He's of odd sort, she tells herself. Everyone knows Brian well enough to know who would be shot first of Commander allowed it, even before Zaltana or Fiona.

A voice breaks through the intercom. "Please meet in the lounge for the final results. Remember, this test will be taken again the third week before your training mission. You have time to improve if you are unsatisfied with yourself." Zaltana smiles at Brian, running to meet with her three friends, running past Abigail and Lauren with a brief hello.

Zaltana hops on Hibiki's back in greeting, causing the boy to fall over and catch himself. "Heeeyyy. Did you miss me?" Zaltana jumps off, smiling at Sara. Sara isn't much taller than herself, but she is damn good at hand to hand combat. Zaltana likes her, but they aren't buddy buddy; Sara is better friends with Thomas, better than herself. Zaltana knows quite well that Thomas has a little crush on her, but Sara doesn't seem to return the feeling. The only problem Zaltana has with her.

"No," Hibiki deadpans as Mina jumps on Zaltana's back. Zaltana carries her to the lounge room, having no issue at all while she's cutting up with her friends. Mina is so light she's almost like a feather. But a feather isn't nearly as tough as the small pinkette, nor as deadly. Zaltana sits on her, but the girl easily slips from under her and sits comfortably with her legs around Zaltana's waist as she treats her similarly to a pillow.

Commander stands up, the top scores behind him. Zaltana is at the top, Xaria right under her. The blonde can see the dark haired girl fuming, and smirks slightly. If they want to get rid of her, let them see what they want to take down first. Zaltana sees the list of people after her, but takes pride in knowing she's first. Now to stay at the top. "The top ten, please join me on the platform."

1. Zaltana

2. Xaria

3. Hibiki

4. Quemar

5. Jamie

6. Will

7. Urban

8. Victoria

9. Yahto

10. Evan

Zaltana looks around, getting up to go to the front of the room with the other people. She takes in Xaria, who glares at the wall, and Hibiki, grinning. Quemar stands next to him, all dark. Jamie bounces on her feet, something near innocence shining in her eyes while Will stares straight ahead, almost disappointed, with blue eyes and blonde hair slightly spiked up in the front. Urban smiles, happy to even be where he is and sharing a type of communication with is friends, who are all making faces. They won't last much longer, Zaltana thinks distractedly. Victoria sniffs, obviously thinking she deserves a higher spot, while Yahto just grins that little grin of his. Evan is sharing glances with Quemar, the darker skinned boys standing out against the rest.

Zaltana knows all of them. They're entirely annoying and stupid, but Zaltana would put her neck out on the line for them. With the exception of Victoria, an absolute bitch Zaltana knows to stay away from even more than Fiona and Xaria. The blonde knows deep down that once she hits the dyed ravenette, she won't stop. By choice, too, whether she knows it or not. "Congratulations, for you are to be included in tonight's games."

Zaltana's blood runs cold. "Games?" Jamie pipes up, obviously unaware of the dreadful silence. Or ignoring it purposely to seem just that much weaker. Commander's version of 'games' isn't one Zaltana likes, and two of her best friends are out there right now.

"Games. Everyone but the top ten, please exit to your rooms and stay there for the night. Dinner will be brought up, and don't be too scared when you hear screams. If you do." Zaltana turns her head sharply, seeing three people stand behind him. The symbol around their arms automatically assigns them to the Joes, making Zaltana's blood boil. "Everyone, meet a few of my friends. They were caught sneaking into our little facility earlier today, and so we've taken them under our wing."

One of them, with dark hair and dark eyes, keeps his eyes on Zaltana. The blonde sees the Commander gesture to her, and walks to him without question. Near him are two men, one with blonde, curly hair and light blue eyes, and the other big and rough. "Boys, meet the best of the Prototype Project so far. Prototype Z, greet them."

Zaltana smirks at them. "Commander, what are the game's rules?" The one with dark hair and dark eyes stares at her with a gaping mouth. "I'm terribly tired and don't wish to be late again, sir. Tomorrow is the day for hand to hand, correct?"

"Correct. Prototype Z, meet Lowlight, Flint, and Roadblock. Restrain them, beat them, I don't care. Just make them wish they were never born."

Zaltana smiles up at him, a glowing look about her. The ones behind her are shifting for different reasons, and each of them are casting interested looks at Zaltana. "Gladly, sir." Commander turns, walking away briskly. Her smile turns into an immediate scowl. The true mission of this is to get them to talk, and get them to talk she will. "Quemar!" Easily the biggest of the Prototypes, Quemar answers her call quickly. "Restrain the baldy."

"Baldy?" Roadblock murmurs, sounding a bit hurt.

"Jamie, keep Lowlight busy for a while." Jamie eagerly jumps to the task, jumping around the curly haired male and jabbing at pressure points to the point of pain. Zaltana remembers when she did that to her. They ended up on the floor choking each other. Zaltana grabs Flint by his hair, dragging him to the ground in front of her. "Hibiki, come help me. The rest of you, go get me a few knives. Butcher knives, pocket knives, whatever you can find."

All of her orders are obeyed without question, only Xaria hesitating for a brief second. Zaltana pulls the dagger from her belt, Hibiki standing beside her rigidly. "Tell me, Flint. Why are you here?" She slides the flat surface of the blade down his cheek, letting him feel the cold metal before she makes her move. He glares at her with something between hatred and sorrow. "Wrong answer." She cuts him on his arm, daring him to stay silent.

"If I choose not to answer?" Another cut, this one deeper. Flint hisses. "You're why we're, Z."

Zaltana scoffs. "I was hoping that the Joes weren't stupid enough to send their own in to be captured. I guess people wanting to rule the world slowly lose it along the way." She stands, handing the knife to Hibiki as Xaria comes back with a kukri knife. The curved blade feels right in Zaltana's hand as she passes another one to Flint. "For each cut, a question is answered. Refusal means... well, let's just say Victoria is quite good with tight lips staying shut."

She waits for Flint, noting he came as soon as she finished. She dodges easily, barely moving. "C'mon. I even had my back turned!" Another attack, and she dodges. More follow, but none of them come anywhere near Zaltana as she moves little by little. Flint keeps going after her, and Zaltana has to steer him away from Jamie and Quemar, who are holding back their charges from attacking Zaltana herself. He hits the wall, and Zaltana disarms him easily.

"You are not the woman you were," he growls lowly.

Zaltana looks at him in confusion. "I was? Honey, I haven't met you before. Never knew you for a day." Zaltana hits him again, whistling over someone who prefers such dirty work. "Evan, make sure he suffers for calling me less than I am. Pathetic Joes don't know who the fuck they're messing with." She walks to Lowlight, putting a hand on Jamie's shoulder.

"I heard a lot about you, Zaltana." Lowlight is panting as he stands to face her. Zaltana keeps a blank face. She walks up to him, hitting him square in the jaw. Lowlight falls down from the impact of one hit. Zaltana sits down on him, straddling his waist. She can tell by the way Roadblock is glaring at her that to get to him is through his teammates. She repeatedly hits him, making sure he stays conscious.

Quemar grunts as Roadblock elbows him hard, managing to keep his grip. Zaltana turns to him, looking as if satisfied by his reaction, which she is. The blonde walks to the big and buff man as Jamie keeps an eye on Lowlight again. "Want to tell me why you're here now?" Her voice is smooth, as if she doesn't know what she's doing. Hibiki places a hand on her shoulder.

"Z, this isn't your style." He leans in close. "That's enough. They understand who has the upper hand here."

Zaltana glances at him, wondering how far out of hand she really is. But all thoughts are erased from her head as she turns and shoots Lowlight in the arm. She turns back to Roadblock. "Where you'll be staying, it will take twenty four hours at most for that wound to be infected. I can help him, Roadblock. Tell me everything I ask for, boy."