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Emma wasn't sure if things were going exactly or not at all as she had expected. She had no allusions that they'd be treated properly, there kind were feared by normal (For lack of a better word) people, and being chained up and shipped off seemed befitting considering the state of her and her new 'friends'- cellmates? Fellow prisoners? All the same she knew this would happen but at the same time didn't want to believe it. The erosion of subnatural rights over the years had been gradual (In some cases not so gradual) but certain. People want to contain what they fear, and they feared the subnaturals. But still, at heart Emma was an idealist... well, that's not exactly accurate. When it comes to herself she's certainly a pessimist, but she'd like to believe Humans are basically good- perhaps best described as an 'incidental idealist'? The point is that she would rather believe people would be unwilling to treat others the horrendous way Emma and her compatriots was being treated right now, but she was self-aware enough to know that this view was far too starry-eyed for reality. Fear can drive people into a fervent madness and make them do things they didn't think they would have the capacity to, and that has been happening on a worldwide scale for many years now.

Emma was drawn out of her own head when the convoy came to an unexpectedly sudden stop. She glanced around at her new 'classmates' (That's a euphemism, in this situation), and then towards the guards for answer. None came, of course. But if they were stopping she knew something must be up. They definitely were not there yet, given her surroundings. She would ask but she was sure that she would be told to 'shut up' in a very colorful by one of their captors; they weren't the sort to politely answer her questions, she was sure. And then, in the distance, Emma saw something. A pair of golden silhouettes across the night sky and then a laser flying into the distance towards some unknown target. It was unmistakable- she'd seen it on the news before. [i][color=8A3DFF]Precursors? Here? Why? There's no doubt about it- there's something out there, in the darkness. One of Dreamcatcher's creatures?[/color][/i] Emma was content to watch for now, as long as whatever the Precursors were fighting left them alone. Through the walls of the strange see-through truck she began to see what they were fighting- they were strange creatures, like DC's, but... [i][color=8A3DFF]They're Menagerie's, aren't they? Why are Precursors fighting each other?[/color] [/i]

The trucks started moving again. They must've seen a way through the danger, because they left quickly. 

After they arrived at the institute there was waiting, and more waiting, and after a little while even more waiting. They were gathered in a large containment cell. Emma was content to sit still for now, not that she had a choice. She would've tried to talk to the others but she was pretty sure they distinctly didn't want her to do that. After some time- [i][color=8A3DFF]I suppose punctuality isn't USARILN's speciality. Or are they waiting us out?[/color][/i]- a women came into the room. She'd seen her on the news. She was Director Lina Zhang, lauded as one of the most capable people when it came to dealing with subnaturals. The news talked her up but Emma was sure she was more successful because of her Machiavellian ways than her personality or kindness. She went on her spiel- Emma was sure it had been practiced- full of veiled and not so veiled threats. When Zhang came to her 'proposal' Emma bristled. She didn't really know everyone in the room but she was sure that she didn't need to tell them how hopeless the situation is. Emma decided it best to stay quiet, lest she attract Miss Zhang's ire.