Jaden tried for a half an hour to get any relevant information from the Faithful, when suddenly, he sprang out of his chair and stabbed something into Jaden's arm. With a yell, she kicked him in the stomach, and by the time he had fallen to the ground, the wall had burst open and soldiers poured in, all with their weapons trained on the man. But it was no use; he was, inexplicably, dead.

Jaden staggered back until her back connected with the wall. She cradled her arm as it felt as if a thousand needles were stabbing it over and over, but there wasn't even the slightest mark. She slid down to the floor, and felt like fainting. But she did what any Agent should do, and she fought to remain conscious, as she dragged herself to her feet and went over to inspect the Faithful's chair. It was fine. Puzzled, Jaden hurried over to the body, and checked the wrists for the rope that should have bound them, but the knots on the rope were cut. How could someone be so foolish as to allow a Faithful a knife, and then tie them with rope? Either the security was so lax that this was allowed or…

Jaden shook her head, the only conclusion she could reach in which the guards were not incompetent imbeciles, was simply impossible. Why would anyone want it to be? But it was the only notion that didn't portray the guards as bumbling idiots.

Someone wanted him to escape…someone wanted him to stab the Agent who interviewed him.

Jaden's heart began to race. She backed away from the guards and the corpse, and leaned heavily against the wall. Could it have been for me? She thought, hoping it wasn't the truth. She inspected her arm more closely. There was nothing physically different about it, and there was no reason to believe that there was something wrong, based on appearances; but the limb had feelings of sharp, jabbing pain running up and down it, not unlike the feeling of needles pricking one's skin over and over again.

By then, Jaden's superiors, who'd been standing out in the hall for the whole affair, had come bustling in. "Agent Korr, are you alright?" Mackie asked, a little pale.

Jaden glanced up, she had been staring absently at her arm as she massaged it, which seemed to help with the pain, and nodded. "I'm fine, my arm just hurts, that's all." She replied, trying to make it so that her heavy breathing wasn't noticeable in her speech, though the comment about the arm was sort of an understatement. It really hurt.

"Let me see it," Mackie said, holding out his hand. Jaden placed the limb in this hand and Mackie scrutinized it for a moment or so. He looked up at her, frowning, "I see nothing wrong with it. But it hurts, you say?"

Jaden nodded again, "sirs, may I please go to Medical? To get it checked out by one of the doctors?" she must have looked pathetic or something, because Mackie nodded his head and released her arm.

Jaden bowed, and as she was walking past the Chief Commander, he caught her arm, stopping her and said, "I've found a replacement teacher for you, so you may take the night off. I'll see you tomorrow night. You're back on shift, as tomorrow is the last hours of Halloween. Good day." And he released his hold.

Jaden bowed again, murmured "thank you sirs," and swept from the room, cradling her injured arm.

By the time Jaden had reached the Medical Compound, it was just 8:30 in the morning. All was quiet in the Command Center, as the Night Agents would have gone home hours ago, and the Day Agents would have left for duty hours before. There was a lone doctor in the Examination Room, who glanced up and smiled kindly when Jaden approached.

"What can I do for you, Agent?" he asked, identifying her rank by the symbol on her shirt, putting aside the paperwork he was doing.

Jaden held out her arm and explained, "I was in an interrogation, and the one in question got free and stabbed my arm with something." The doctor raised an eyebrow, "I know it sounds crazy," Jaden hurriedly continued, "especially since it left no mark or anything, but I was hoping that I could get it scanned. Just in case."

The doctor looked thoughtful, "very well then Agent," he said, "come with me." He got to his feet and walked to a door at the end of the room. Through the door, there was a corridor, which had many other doors branching off it. The doctor went through a door a little farther down the hall, and Jaden followed him in, unconsciously wary. It was basic instincts now that made her distrusting and suspicious.

But it was simply a scanning room; the doctor took a seat at the computer that took up most of the back wall and motioned for Jaden to take a seat in the chair beside the scanner. "so, Agent Korr," he said, wheeling his chair over to her, "please place your hand on the scanner," indicating the scanning bed, "and sit still for the duration of three minutes."

Jaden frowned, "scans usually don't take longer than sixty seconds, why so long?"

The doctor smiled slightly, "those scans are for broken bones and the like, we are looking for something that may be microscopic, so the scan will take longer." He pressed a button, and the scanning bed glowed green, and the surface turned to gel, into which Jaden's arm sank. "Now Agent, please describe the what happened to you." Jaden nodded and obliged, though she omitted saying that it was a Faithful who hurt her. "Hmm," he said, a frown wrinkling his forehead, "this is most unusual. I have never heard of such a thing. Excuse me a moment." He got to his feet and said, as he was leaving, "the gel your arm is submersed in will turn a colour of pink when the scan is complete, only then can you remove your arm. Understood?" she nodded, "Good. Back in a few moments." And he hurried out of the room.

As she watched him go, Jaden wondered what could have been so important that he would have left so quickly for.