York

York looked up as he dragged the unconscious Agent Florida through the dark and damp sewer tunnels. He swore he stood on a rat a few miles back, but it was too big to be a rat, but then again this was Seattle rats thrived on the garbage that littered street corners. Luckily for York's Travelling companion, who had done nothing but talk his ear off the entire time they were close to the stadium. he sat Florida by the ladders to the service hatch above them. he climbed up the rungs of the ladder till he reached the hatch to the surface. Slowly he pushed the hatch up and to the side until a ray of light shone into the dark tunnels.

slowly he came back down to pick up his fallen friend and boosted him up the ladder and then followed after. as he dragged Florida to the stadium, York looked to the skies, a squadron of Purge Fighter jets flew over them it looked as though they were returning back to their airfield. 

The pair then made it back to Stadium where they were greeted by the rest of the freelancer agents. York loaded Florida onto the Pelican. "Right, Now we just have to wait for Utah. then we can get out of here."