Angeline was immediately taken aback by the entire setup. Run-down place in the middle of trashtown, nothing to wear but a hospital gown. Of course the latter option made the woman hesitate. She looked dumbfounded at the piece of cloth with a few strings and slowly changed. So slow that one of the guards actually had to hurry her. She was not surprised that they just trashed her clothing. After all, she wore an old shirt that had some loose seams already, the jeans were ripped here and there. One of her shoes had a hole in it where a toe was poking out.

When Ajax had his monumental "bad-guy" monologue, Angeline would not stop thinking of how this was the perfect modern day comic book bad-guy lair. The moment she stepped inside was feeling like a bad comic book. When she got the adrenaline injection with that weird chemical fluid, she could hardly lie still. Her heart began to race like she was chased by some rabid dogs. Her eyes widened and she groaned in discomfort as she tried to get out of the strapping.