I sat there for what felt like hours. My muscles ached from where they had been bound. My stomach growled from hunger. The rain had once again stopped, the gloomy clouds still remained a constant tableaux of depression. The sunlight that once seeped through began to reduce, alerting me of the incoming nightfall. The pungent odor still lingered around me but it was faint. I whipped around, the darkness growing thicker with every fading ray of the sun. The crash of waves rocked where I was, the foundations creaking loudly. My mind whirled with questions.

Then I heard it. A soft whir in the distance, the foundation creaked once again, dust falling out of multiple places. Some other roofing tiles fell before clattering to the creaking wood. Light seeped through, orange rays illuminating more of the room.

"It's time." The woman's voice came from across the room,  I turned to her. She was wearing a yellow Ankara shirt with matching yellow shorts. She had a pistol in hand, her face shrouded by the mask. The tall man standing beside her held a small pistol, his fingers hovering above the trigger. The man wore the same Ankara like yesterday, his thin pink lips drawn in a thin line. The whir of machines and voices grew louder, heavy footsteps sinking in from further down.

"Are you two really going to try to battle them with nothing but two pistols?" Disbelief grasped me with sharp talons. I looked between the two whom continued to look forward, their eyes trained on the wooden door right across from where they stood. I was sure that it wasn't locked from the slight movement on its hinges, back and forth.

"Oh sweet boy, are you that stupid?" She turned to me, a smile once again adorning her full lips. I gave her an incredulous look. The whirring became louder.

"You're the one that's about to challenge a group of highly trained and well equiped officers and you're the one calling me stupid." Disbelief clouded my tone. The footsteps loudened, the foundation shaking. My stomach growled again, my tongue aching for moisture.

  When I was about to open my mouth to counter, two shots rung through the air. My heart leapt in my throat, my muscles tensed. The door was kicked down harshly, it clattered down. Dust rose up, shifting through the slight pungent breeze. I coughed. I struggled against my binds noting about five officers in a customized human mech suit. The body gleamed with a light of its own, silver stripes bouncing onto the walls. The officers' eyes were covered by sunglasses with red highlights. The recovery squad.

  They all had laser guns in hand, slightly crouched as whirring filled my ears. The first officer...