Ally's jaw dropped when she saw the living room area.  She had expected to be led straight into some sort of prison cell or possibly another test, but certainly not a luxury lobby like this.  Although she was disappointed the other two didn't have any real answers for her, she was secretly glad she wasn't alone in not knowing anything.

Seeing the beautiful couches made her back ache even more.  She could feel little droplets dripped down her back from the several times she was slammed into a building, but she knew the cuts weren't deadly deep.  All she wanted was to fall on the couch and go to sleep, but she figured that wouldn't be possible, at least not until their injuries were treated. 

Then Russo once again congratulated them and handed each a specialized dog tag.  Ally took hers and murmured, "Agent..." under her breath.  Although the dog tag was cool and matched Russo's military appearance, she wondered what they were for.  Were they trackers, or simply rewards for joining Russo's quest?  They really didn't know Russo's quest, but Ally certainly was curious.

Russo pointed at the suits on the couch, and for a split second Ally wondered which one was hers until she noticed one of the two outfits had a more feminine cut and fit.  Everything was black with both outfits, so Ally figured they would be doing some sort of spying and stealth.  She didn't know how to feel about this yet, considering she didn't know if the fight she would be fighting was good or bad yet.

Then Russo mentioned their families.  A lump caught in Ally's throat.  For how long would they have to stay away from their families?  Weeks?  Years?  [i]Forever?[/i]  "Yeah, I want to know my family is okay," Ally said, somehow managing to speak up despite her anxiety.  "Can we at least keep tabs on them or something?"