Blake woke up in the dark room, still remembering the dream he had, of a woman with white hair and a long white coat. The dreams were beginning to become longer,he thought to himself. But a dream was a dream, nothing more, nothing less.

Dazed, he tried to stand only to fall to his knees, noticing the two armlets that were on his hands. There was also a collar around his neck. These were Licht Restrictors, although very crude, they were as effective as the original. The room he was in was large, with crates and boxes in corners. The only light he could see was the flickering light at the corner of the room. He could see the image of a man and woman around a table, discussing something, while also watching the tv screen.

Wasn't that the sewers? Blake thought, shocked. He walked towards the screen, ignoring the two people and looking at it. It was indeed the sewers. The place that he had been shot at , where the half-breeds were.

"Looks like someone's awake." The woman said. Blake turned to her, a bit annoyed.

"I'm guessing that you guys are the ones behind the half-breeds." Blake asked.

"Haha." The man laughed. "Oh no. We are just the ones who... rescued them from the Shield."

Blake stared back at the screen.

"I am so sorry that Shasha shot you. She had no other option than to do so."

"Yeah. That's great. Can I go now?" Blake asked, uninterested.

" Unfortunately, no." The woman said. "My name is Grace, and this is the Foundation. We are an anti-shield group that seeks to reveal all their secrets. Including the half-breeds. "

"Ok. What does that have to do with me?" Blake asked.

Grace and the man looked at each other before she replied.

"You found out their hideout, which is bad for our plans and also a real shocker. We can't let you reveal their location to the Shield."

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"You can't keep me hear forever, you know."

"We know." The man said, "That's why we're going to use you to draw out the Inquisitors."

Blake rolled his eyes. They were really starting to annoy him. He just wanted to leave this instant.

"Look I don't care about your plans. If you want to take down the Shield, go ahead. I want to kill daemon."

"Exactly." The man said, "and we respect that. But it will hinder us if you kill the half breed. So for now, stay put here. We could brong you a couple of snacks..."

"Those aren't daemon." Blake said, pointing at the screen. "Those are humans."

"They're half-breeds..."

"With human properties. Their licht energy seems to cross out the daemon aura, or at least that's what I think, but they are human."

"Unfortunately, the human side of them is dead."

" No. " Blake said. "I was standing right in front of them. They are alive as any regular human being. And they are pissed. "

The man and the woman looked at each other, shocked. Alive? The human side was alive?

The woman walked towards the wall, placing her head on it, as if he had hit a roadblock in his plans. The man placed his hands on his face. Blake sighed, staring at the collars. Honestly, these handcuffs were crude. Too crude for his liking.

"Why do you think so?" The woman asked.

"Just let me go." Blake said, "I'm not comfortable at all, and ..." Blake felt the needle at the side of his neck, before falling to the ground, falling unconscious. The woman turned to see Hands.

"What was that for?" Grace asked.

"What does it look like?" Hands asked. "I'm doing my job."

"I was going to ask an important question!"

" I don't care." Hands said. "We have work to do. The guys are getting a bit antsy. As usual. And how long are we going to keep our spies in the Shield waiting?"

"He's right." The man said, "We have work on our hands. Tomorrow, we strike, and we've only got one chance at this."

"So we are just going to ignore the fact that the humans are still alive inside those half-breeds?" Grace asked

"What?" Hands exclaimed.

"Yes. We are. Heck I doubt the Shield knows that... "

"Or cares."

" Grace, to the Shield, its just old garbage. Of course they wouldn't care."

"Them let's make them care! We have to replan and strike harder, " Grace said, "And I'm certain that this kid is the way to do it. "

"Grace! We stick to the plan, that's all!"

Grace looked at the man and stormed off, exiting the building. The man sighed and shook his head.

"Damn," The man cried, banging his fist on the table. "Shouldn't she be at least more considerate of how far we've come?"

Hands picked up Blake from the floor and laid him down on the couch.

"Graham," Hands said, "it might seem as just a job to you, but it is personal to some of us. You aren't the one whose friend got turned to that kind of monster.

"I know, I know."

"No, you don't. And don't even try to sympathize, it's pitiful. Focus on the job at hand. And be nice to the young lady."

Graham only nodded.