“I’ll do it.” Kent looked over at the prisoner transportation team as they approached.
“Thank you marshal. We’ll take it from here.”
The lead transport agent walked over to Olivia and grabbed her securely. He took her to the transportation unit, punched in a code to unlock the back, placed her inside, and then locked it securely. Olivia felt the ground transport move and she knew she was in very deep trouble. She had spoken confidently, but she didn’t feel that way. What she felt was despair. Had she been an idiot for exposing Philip? Could she really trust Kent? Did she have any choices at all? The transport reached its destination and the rear panel opened. She was taken out and led down a long corridor. She recognized it as the lowest level of the detaining area. This area was reserved for only the worst criminals. It told Olivia all she needed to know about her situation.
“In here.” The transport agent told Olivia.
Once she was inside the agent shut Olivia up and sealed the door. There was no escape for now at least. She sat down and waited to see what would happen next. She was strangely calm. When you were out of options like she was, it took away a lot of the stress of worrying about what she would no next. She was concerned for Philip’s safety, but she could do nothing about that. She could only hope that Kent was a man of his word. The room was simple. Four walls, a center console table, and four chairs surrounding it. The walls were that industrial gray that felt like it was closing in on you. The intensity since she had been suddenly awoken began to wane. Her energy sagged, her eyes grew heavy, and within a few minutes sleep overtook her as she sat in a chair.
Help from an unknown source
“Hernandez!” A familiar voice barked through Olivia’s sleep-induced haze.
Olivia opened her eyes and struggled to comprehend her surroundings. She did know the loud voice of her commanding officer.
“What’s going on, Kyle?”
Kyle had a stunned look on his face. “Do you know where you are, Hernandez?” He took a seat opposite her as he spoke.
Olivia looked at Kyle and then looked about her. The dull grayness brought everything back in all its bleakness.
“I’m being held in isolation.”
“And do you know why?”
“Not completely.”
“Give it a shot.”
“I was awoken this morning to an alert. All I received was an address. I was unable to contact anyone at central headquarters so I proceeded to the address. I arrived at the central breeding and development center, but when I identified myself there was no answer. I entered using my override code and once inside I saw a woman. I followed her, but she went through a door that I couldn’t open. I looked around and discovered a dead young boy approximately three years old.