The van slowed to a stop – darkness enveloping the exterior of the vehicle, indicating that it was inside a building once again. Avery’s guards however did not move this time – instead they braced a little a few seconds prior to the ground suddenly jerking downwards. The ground beneath the van itself was actually the surface of an elevator. As they quickly descended into the depths of the earth, Fletcher finally returned to Avery’s side and plucked her helmet from the floor.

“It’s dangerous outside at the moment.” He sighed quietly; clearly less irate than he was moments prior when they were still under fire from their pursuers, “Stay in the building for now.” He all but ordered her. With that said and done, he turned away from the clearly still frustrated woman to quickly check up on some things with Troy – who begrudgingly responded. It didn’t take much longer for them to finally reach the lowest level, where they could safely depart the now all too familiar insides of the van they’d abducted her in. the side door slid open once again and Fletcher helped her out, removing her vest for her while he was at it and tossed it back inside lazily.

“There was no satellite coverage on this area today; we should be okay for a while yet, so long as we’re careful.” Rebecca announced, hopping down from the passenger seat and smoothing her commando gear slowly. She gave Avery a playful wink, knowing that’d probably only serve to rile her up even further.

“I’ll take her from here.” She finally faced Fletcher, who gave a shrug of acknowledgement. Without hesitation, she ran her arm around behind Avery’s shoulders and grasped gently at her opposite arm – keeping her nice and closer as she led her further into her new home.

“This is Foundation Quarter 52. As you’d probably be able to tell; it is the 52nd of many quarters the Foundation owns and maintains. Every last one of them has facilities for living, bunkers, armouries and personnel eager to help you.” Rebecca began to explain, giving little time for her to soak it all in but confident with her mental capacity that she’d be able to take it fairly well, “You, Avery Collins… Daggers… Krueger. You’re the only living heir to the position of chairman; the Professor, your father, has been MIA for eight months. With things how they are it is only natural for the rest of the world to also consider you as the last issue. Do you have any questions?” Rebecca continued, as they passed through the checkpoint and started towards the living quarters.