Stryker was finished shutting his equipment down to go silent for the night, and stop his transmission to prevent the Ducrinus Administration from locating the source. His transmissions were short, to stop Lucious from getting a trace on his location. The operation had remained hidden for years, spanning nearly a decade, and reaching hundreds of thousands of Zenobians, desperate for the truth, desperate for hope, for a leader to follow. Someone to inspire them, bring their dreams of freedom and a better life a little closer to reality. 

A knock fell upon the heavy iron door of his secluded, hidden home. He turn his head quickly, letting his right hand rest on the handle of a pistol he wore around his thigh. 

He was a tall, lean man with Long black hair that hung over a red bandanna in spikes and locks. At the back of his head, his hair was tied in a bushy ponytail. 

He approached the door slowly. No one should have been at his door at all, let alone at this hour, just after a broadcast. You couldn't run from Agents, but he was prepared to fight his way into an escape, or die a martyr, either was fine with him. He'd fought for Ducrinus, witnessed and committed horrors that still haunted him. But he realized the error of his ways, and devoted the rest of his life to making a difference. To resisting the Ducrinus Administration, and bringing the truth to the Zenobian people. He could die knowing he did what he could, but of course, that was plan B. 

He slid the cover away from the tiny peep-hole and saw what looked like a tiny blonde angel shivering in the nippy evening air. 

He unlocked the door in three different places and opened it quickly. A beautiful young woman stood before him, shaking gently, with tears streaming down her perfect cheeks. 

"Ana," he said with surprised confusion and concern for the state she was in, or even that she'd shown up at his door. 

She swallowed so she could speak, but the words were strangled by the grief in her voice, "Jin's dead."