The first thing that Kyler noticed was the two people who laid unconscious outside, then he heard the silent sobbing. He quickly rushed inside the building, Zhao Fan right behind him. He stopped as soon as he got there, petrified to the spot. One look was all he needed to see the situation. Just one look.

Zhao Fan walked over to Sarah, the latter who was crying by herself. Bending down, she picked her up, carrying her away. Not one word was said between her and Kyler. Kyler approached the corpse of the half-breed, or to be more specific, the corpse of their Rebecca Stone. He looked on at it, saying nothing, just watching.

"I guess this is goodbye, huh?" Kyler muttered, "Just like that."

He turned to leave only for his foot to kick something. He looked down to see the Blake's dagger. Slowly, he picked it up. He looked at the blade silently, biting his lower lip.

"Kid, with the red hair," Kyler said, "You know where Blake went?"

"He walked out without a word." Spen replied.

"Okay. Could you go back to the shield base to report to them about what happened here?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Oh and kid," Kyler called. Spen turned to him "Yeah?"

"Thanks for watching over her."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Martha emptied the contents of the bottle, throwing the bottle away.

"Ow." Ricardo cried.

"Yeah, serves you right." Martha said, "You let the half-breed get away."

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"No, we let the half-breed get away." Ricardo said.

"Same thing."

The Shield agents rounded up the last of the militants to be sent to the prisons. The dead were lined up, covered with white sheets to be taken away. The injured were being catered for. And as for the press, well, Bree was handling them.

"We really appreciate your help. If it wasn't for you, we'd be french toast." Hughes said, as he approached them.

"Not like we weren't forced into this or anything." Martha replied. "Besides, we just did our jobs, nothing more, nothing less."

Hughes smiled. Even if they stopped the militants, they were inquisitors. Breaking the code of attacking anyone outside of hollow- users or rogue inquisitors still stood. So officially, they only killed the daemon.

"Still, you have my thanks."

"What now?" Jacquez asked.

"Well, we have to wait for Captain Reynolds to get here. The comms aren't working so, its going to take a while."

"Ever heard of a phone?" Ricardo asked.

"He doesn't have it on him."

"He went with Kyler, right?" Martha said, "Jacquez, try calling Kyler."

"Unfortunately, he gave it to me." Jacquez said, showing her the phone. Martha rolled her eyes. Well that was convenient. They now had to sit down and wait. Hopefully, Kyler's plan would work and Blake would be able to save Rebecca. She couldn't wait to see her. They also needed to report this to Klaus Alderwolf. Someone had been experimenting with her family, and she needed to know who was behind it.

"Martha," Ricardo said, "Please, calm down. You are on fire."

Martha turned to Ricardo, calming down. She sighed. "Sorry, I was just pissed, that's all."

"Yeah. We all are. But we've gotta keep it down sometimes."

"This advice is coming from someone who almost beat up a shield agent yesterday." Jacquez reminded Ricardo.

"Hey, he had it coming."

"Yeah, sure." Jacquez shrugged.

The noise from the crowd made Martha turn. Martha shook her head, thinking of the press. At the end of the day, the news they'd report would be altered. The Shield would cover it up, no matter what they recorded. But it wasn't to bad to try.

It was then she saw why. Shield agents were clearing the path for an inquisitor. Martha rose and walked to meet her halfway. The inquisitor seemed to be carrying someone, a girl with cyan blue hair...Sarah!

Martha rushed to her, taking the sleeping Sarah off Zhao Fan and passing her to Ricardo. She looked behind her, expecting to see Rebecca, the girl who loved to smile and laugh all the time, or at least what she had been turned into. But she wasn't there. Martha's eyes shifted to Zhao to see her shaking visibly. The girl leaned on Martha, wailing out loud as Martha hugged her, forcing herself to hold back her own tears. Ricardo walked past Jacquez, nodding at him as continued to drop off Sarah. Jacquez said nothing, staring up at the sky.

Rebecca was dead. There was no denying that now.