"You think I'm working for TrianOut?" I didn't betray my still expression, but inside I didn't know whether to be offended or humored by the accusation. So I mentally laughed instead. The Whoever-She-Is Unit Containment person that arrested me clasped her hands on the interrogation table and I mimicked her, leaning forward as she did so. The only difference other than our appearance was the firm handcuffs they put on my wrists to contain 'Skilled Agents'.

The smirk on her face never wavered. Instead she leveled my stare with one of her own. This much confidence in one woman obviously implied she was the one in power. She probably had the money and the men to get away with anything at this point.

Her scrutinizing stare only lasted a couple of seconds however. Her empty brown eyes darted toward the door as a tall man with the body of a wrestler sauntered in, bringing a tray with three cups of StarBucks coffee placed inside. He placed one in front of me, and practically shoved the biggest one into Lady Voldemort's face. She wrapped her strong fingers around the cup, sending a glare at his overly optimistic attitude. He took his coffee cup out, and threw the tray behind him, effectively hitting the two way mirror.

Lady Voldemort stared at the cup of coffee in front of me with distaste, trying to hide it behind her still features and empty gaze. She would have successfully turned it into a ticking time bomb if she scowled at it any longer.

Luckily for the cup she looked up, completely ignoring the smirk that found its way onto my lips, and frowned. Her eyebrows found their way up her forehead as she pointed at the coffee cup in front of me. "What, is that."

Mr. Confident locked his gaze onto the cup, his eyebrows furrowing as he concentrated deeply. "That, my dear, is a cup of StarBucks coffee. It's probably cold. All of them are." Oh, what a nice British accent. What I would do to be born with that.

My dear. I let out an audible snort, obviously taunting Lady Voldemort.

Mr. Confident turned his gaze toward me, grinning. His teeth were pearly white, and I winced at the shine. Lady Voldemort took one glance at me and then looked back to him. "You do know she's a prisoner."

"Yup."

"She's here because she committed treason."

"Uh huh."

"And you're giving her coffee." Her eyebrows shot back down, and then up again, like she couldn't fathom the situation.

He clucked his tongue as I leaned back in my chair looking extremely amused at the scene playing out in front of me. "I didn't know it was a crime to be nice to someone."

She glared at him. "You might as well join her in the handcuffs."

He ignored her and waved at me, still smiling like an idiot. "I bet this one didn't introduce herself. I'm special agent Ryan Hughes. You can call me Ry."

"Ry," Lady Voldemort muttered, shaking her head and placing her hands on her face. I just watched him, still smirking.

"That's special agent Anjali Sidney, my partner. Her real last name is Singh but she changed it when she went through the recruitment process," He added, nodding absently to his words.

I held back a laugh, but kept my smirk in place. He noticed I wasn't going to say anything. "And Amber, right? Amber Ryder? Where are you from?"

I kept my eyes trained on Sidney as I nodded. "Australia," I said finally. "My family's from Australia."

"You don't sound Australian," He commented, tilting his head to take a sip of the cold coffee in his hands.

"I work for 553."

"Right."

"Now." I swung my legs over the side of the chair I was confined to and lifted them onto the table so my 553 boots were on display. "I'd love to see your marriage banter, but I know that's not why we're here today."

She snarled. "She shouldn't be getting anything. Why would you give her coffee?"

He instantly frowned, which brought a scary, hollow look to him. "Because I-"

"Okay," I interrupted. "Let's get one thing straight." I looked at both of them equally before continuing, "Number one. I am not wearing these cuffs." I brought my wrists up and they fell off, already unclasped. I had gotten out of them within the first five minutes of this so called 'interrogation'. It was more of a Twilight movie - all stares and a couple of words.

They both didn't look surprised at all, which didn't faze me. They probably knew because they knowing my occupation they would need to use more resources to contain me. This was more of a test to see what I was capable of.

"Number two, nice reverse psychology. But I am not drinking a coffee from Starbucks with three spoons of sugar and a sedative added for free," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the end. "You can practically smell it swarming around in the cup from here."

They both stared at my bored expression, my smirk washed away long ago. "Eh, it was worth a try," Hughes said, shrugging absentmindedly.

Sidney suddenly stood up and slammed her hands on the table, causing the coffee cups to tip over and spill their contents, spreading a sweet aroma inside the room. Her eyes glowed under the bright white lights stationed above, showing her obvious anger toward my unwillingness to cooperate properly.

I blinked once up at her and decided to break the tense silence. "Can I help you?"

She whipped out her gun from her waistband with lightning speed, clicking the safety off while aiming at my chest.

I waved my hand in front of my face. "Oi, my face is up here."

She made a noise at the bottom of her throat that sound suspiciously like an animalistic growl. She took my suggestion and shoved the gun a few inches up, successfully aiming it at my unresponsive features.

I gave her a small smile and a thumbs up to encourage her temper.

Hughes stepped in, making a point to lower her arm carefully so her gun was pointing at her feet. He whispered harshly in her ear, making sure his voice was under a murmur so I couldn't, nor the people on the other side of the mirror could hear. I'm sure that Unit Containment had great tech on their hands but they didn't have the advanced technology 553 techies developed.

He stepped back abruptly and stalked out of the interrogation room without a second glance back at me or her. The two of us left in the room stared at each other, sizing each other up. She was the first to look away.

I followed her gaze to the coffee falling in slow drops on the edge of the table, creating a path, but looked right up again as she started whispering. "Look Ryder," She whispered, heaving a sigh. "The big bosses wanted you here." She looked up to me, meeting my thoughtful gaze. "Even the big bosses in UC don't have as much power as we originally thought," She confessed. "The government wants you out of sight and mind. They don't trust you. Let's face it. Halted recruitment due to your parents crash, caused by TrianOut. Trained by the last leader left alive in TrianOut. Brought in after murdered your adoptive father. Not exactly innocent." She paused. "And although I'm in charge of these situations, the government made their stand."

Of course they don't trust me.

"I think you're innocent for this treason crack. TrianOut killed my brother, he was my field partner once upon a time when I wasn't in charge of this all. I know a brainwashed TrianOut agent when I see one. I'll get you out of this."

She leaned forward, all though I knew her low whispering wasn't being picked up by the people on the other side. "As long as you help me get revenge for my brother."

I gave her a genuine smirk, and dropped my legs from the table so I could lean forward, not even thinking for two seconds about it. "You've got yourself a deal."

***

I was escorted to a dark cell that stank of urine and was too tiny to call a room. The only light was from the little window on the door. I was sure that prison cells had bigger space then this.

Pity.

My handcuffs were on again, but this time they were double braced and more advanced. They made sure my wrists were in front of me so the cameras situated in every corner of the room were able to see my every movement with my fingers. I already unclasped them without raising an eyebrow in suspicion apparently since no guards or agents or whatever they were came running yelling bloody murder. These people had one job.

This was two hours ago.

I cuffed my hands once again but kept it loose enough to slip my hands through in emergency situations. There was a checkup on me every twenty minutes by three guards, the same each time. There was also a one hour rotation where two guards stood in my room for a few minutes until a new set of guards came inside, conversed for two minutes and then all of them left to guard my cell.

The door opened extremely slowly as I was lounging on the bed, examining my fingernails as if they were the most fascinating thing.

In this cell, they were.

I didn't look up as the figure poked it's head into the cell, slowly shifting their head around to view my temporary quarters. They disappeared behind the door and stepped in two seconds later, walking three steps and reaching my sleeping space.

"Your hands."

I brought my fingernails away from my face and thrust my fists near Sidney's face. She caught them with one hand as I looked up, both of us sporting unimpressed expressions and unclasped the handcuffs. The cuffs fell to the ground, shaking a bit but finally falling flat. She held up another set of handcuffs, but instead of silver they were a bold, shiny black and had thick rings.

"These," She motioned toward the dangling rings held up by one finger, "Are state of the art cuffs designed specially to keep Aiden Thompson and Zack Archer out."

I raised an eyebrow. Imagining Aiden ending up in Unit Containment's custody wasn't that hard, seeing as he just let a TrianOut agent who 'wanted to help' go. Even if it was an accident. But seeing Zack do something to end up her was hard. But then again, Zack did give me the TrianOut file under the cameras.

Unit Containment reminded me of- unfortunately- management for celebrities. If they did something stupid, they'd end up being punished and they had their lives controlled by the big-headed superiors.

Basically, Unit Containment set boundaries for 553 and my guess, other organizations within the secrecy of the government.

"If you attempt to remove them from your wrists, the outer part will shift onto your skin and electrocute you," Sidney added, breaking me from my train of thought. She dropped my wrists into my lap where they sat limp.

I looked down toward the fascinating cuffs and stretched my numb fingers. "Of course they do"

Sidney snapped her fingers. "Oi, eyes up here," She mocked, referencing the episode in the interrogation room. I looked up, sporting a smirk. Sidney's eyes held a mischievous glint, even if she couldn't discuss our earlier deal.

She suddenly leaned forward, her neutral expression twisting into a dark look. Her mouth twisted into a frown, but her eyes were lit up and awake, giving away her true intentions.

"Listen closely Ryder," She hissed, making sure to be loud and clear for the cameras. My ears rung at the volume but I stared up at her with a nonchalant look. "I know you've figured out that the guard's rotate every one hour and that all the guards and the camera monitors go on a five minute break after, leaving you unguarded. And I know you know that those cameras up there," She motioned toward them with her head. "Are watching you very, very closely.

"But make no mistake Ryder. I'm the boss here. I am superior to you in every way and with a nod of my head I can get you killed with a head shot." Her cruel look vanished into a neutral look and she stepped back. "And I'm always watching you." She shook her head and gave me a dominant smile. "So don't go prancing around thinking that we don't see you."

She turned around and stepped toward the door, giving me one last look with a discreet wink and vanishing with the clicking of her heeled boots, the guard closing the door behind her.

So basically, escape and get out. But how would I get through the door? I looked down at my handcuffs, a plan forming in my mind.

I waited at least half an hour until the door suddenly opened, a pair of guards stepping into the open space near the door. They both twisted their bodies to look at me, their bored expressions giving away nothing and everything at the same time. I stood up, their eyes following me as I approached them, a smirk forming on my lips as the male of the two stepped back in caution.

The female stood her ground, no older then 40 or so. She looked experienced enough, her hair tucked into a messy ponytail under a baseball cap, the ends dipped with grey, the only thing informal sight away from her UC uniform. Her face was dripping with boredom as she whipped out her gun and pointed it toward me, giving me a slight warning.

I put my hands up and stopped walking, placing my feet next to each other. She placed the point of her gun down, but didn't put it back into her waist holster, giving me adamant time to do-

I charged toward her, knocking my head into the female as the male yelped in fear. His reflexes weren't too slow but they weren't quick enough to escape from my flipping kick. I nailed him in the face and stood there, panting heavily as I attempted to recall the plan that scattered in my mind as soon as I started to deliver hits.

-this.

Molding the pieces together again, I started toward the closed door and examined the keypad lock preventing me from getting any farther. I turned toward the two on the floor and skimmed their uniforms without hesitation. My hands shot toward the male's fingers as I rubbed through a sticky substance.

Donut icing. How original.

I took out the gun from the female's limp hands and took the bullets out, uncapping one and putting the gun powder in my hands, ignoring the safety alarms going off in my head and turned toward the keypad, standing up.

I placed my hand in front of my face and blew. The gunpowder stuck on three of the numbers. They were most likely covering in donut icing. After trying a couple of combinations, it finally unlocked with a four digit code. I grabbed the gun and reloaded it before taking off in a sprint.

I didn't care about the cameras since they'd find out I'd have escaped anyways. My concern was who'd I have to get past to get out.

I slowed down when I saw an exit sign and followed the narrow hallway to a double door, pushing it open to reveal a garden. A wall was hidden by moss and greens behind it, probably the way out.

I sprinted to the wall and jumped, catching the top with my fingers. The brick scratched my arms as I hauled myself up, creating an array of scratches that would probably become infected by the time I contacted Aiden. They had terrible security. Not even electric fences or advanced alarm systems.

I placed myself down and surveyed the area behind the Unit Containment faculty. It looked like a crop field but the failure for the sun to display any light under the huge plants made me unsure. I patted the bottom of my boots where they didn't bother to check in the weapon search though it was one of the most popular place to conceal a weapon. I ripped the dagger from the boots and took my phone from my boot's inside pocket.

I started toward the crops and buried myself inside as I turned the program I had been working for weeks on. The only thing that was really useful enough out of the patches of coding was the GPS. It used one of the government's satellites but had enough coding to bury it so others wouldn't find it.

My finger hovered over Aiden's contact number when my phone vibrated violently, flashing his name. I held the phone to my ear, automatically answering it on reflex. "Funny, Aiden. I was just about to call you."

His voice was panicked, a sense of emergency planted deep inside his tone. "There was a 911 call." He gasped for air as if he was running. "One of TrianOut's lackeys. They made it pretty clear. TrianOut's had enough of us. They're coming to bomb your sister's school."

***

A/N: I have a little sister. She's in elementary school. Inspiration, right?