[h3]Michael Sonnen[/h3] 

Trepidation racked his insides. The three minutes in the elevator felt longer... way longer. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, heard the raucous elder metal grinding outside the heated cage, he saw [i]nothing[/i] in particular as he readied himself. It was not the knowing that held his thumb in place on his scar. 

When the doors finally opened, Michael's eyes went wide with shock.  

[color=red][I]An... army?[/I][/color] he thought, too unsure to step forward or backwards.

For a long, literal, second Michael attempted to understand. The group... the rebels perhaps, were packed tight in the hallway; were they getting ready for a raid? Really it didn't matter, all that mattered was his answer to her question. He could see it in her eyes; he was already too deep in. His answer would be detrimental to [i]something[/i]. 

[color=red][b]"I think you're gonna end up dead going against them,"[/b][/color] Michael said tensely. [color=red][b]"The devils aren't normal."[/b][/color]