When the bus arrived, Freya quickly paid the driver for wherever the bus would go to and took a seat. She had no idea if the woman had actually still been alive, but she doubted it. The woman had been shot in the chest, which could easily be fatal and with little time to save her life. What Matt had done was a good thing, but still, Freya doubted if it would make any difference.

Freya couldn't help but feel guilty about it. All of this had never been the scientist's own choice, she hadn't chosen to help them in the first place. They had forced her, and as a result she was badly wounded, if not dead, and it was all because of them. If it hadn't been for them, she'd still have her job, be safe and have no worries, but now she might not even be alive anymore.

Sighing, Freya pushed the thoughts aside and got up to see if Matt had been able to get back in time, soon finding him. "So what will our next step be?" She asked.