[i] The prison box wall that contained Subject 30 caved out, and the Anomaly's powerful punch created a large dent that caused the other sides to bend towards the impact. The whole piece moved like dough with his power, but the prison refused to give out. [/i]

'Hit him again with another round,' the lead sniper spoke to the microphone on his compact helmet. Another round meant another ear-piercing sound blast that previously brought Subject 30 to his knees. One auxiliary spotter placed his finger on the button that would turn the sound on again. He pressed it, and expected to hear the sound permeate muffled through the prison's metallic walls. 

'Boss, it's not working.' 

'Try it again.' 

Again, nothing.

'Alright, target has busted the systems. Everyone, put on your shades, and take aim.' 

[hr]

[i] As Agent Caits rounded the corners in search of the room that contained Subject 29, groups of men, separated into different hallways, worked their way to surround the Agent into a kill-box. The halls flashed with oscillating emergency red lights, giving periodic moments of darkness. If Caits' memory served her well, she'd know where to find Gershwin. [/i]

'I see the target! Open fire!'