Mira's heart plunged as the armed men circled them totally, guns pointed. "This is not good," Victor muttered while his eyes danced from intruder to intruder, over to Kintz.
"Back off!" Sophia yelled, raising her hands. "These people are with me."
"You've got to be kidding, Agent Ramirez," one of them returned; his voice was thick with incredulity. "They are the ones who caught Kintz. You know how much he means to us.".
"We need him alive to find out about the Collective," Sophia exclaimed with insistence. "These are the only people who could help us in stopping them."
The leader of the armed men hesitated, then motioned for them to lower their weapons. “Fine. But we’re keeping an eye on you.”
"Thanks," Mira said. The respite was heavy in her voice. "We need to get our hands on Kintz-he knows too much about Project Hydra."
As they worked to restrain Kintz more securely, Sophia explained their situation. “We’ve been tracking the Collective for months, and we’ve had our own eyes on you. You’ve made quite an impact.”
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Are you from the government?" Lila asked, in a shaking, yet curiously laced tone.
She shook her head. "Not any longer. Today, I stand alone. The Collective has involved too many systems; it has eyes everywhere.". Hope sprang anew in Mira's breast. "Then you can help us take them down. We have evidence of their plans. If we could get it to the right people, we can expose them once and for all.".
Sophia nodded. "But we must go now. I have a safe house near here where we can literally regroup, and I'll be able to connect you with some allies who can help.".
He was snarling with mirth by the time he was ready to leave: "You think you can stop the Collective? They're like shadows; you can't extinguish them."
"We shall see about that," Mira said, her voice firm. "We will keep fighting until the end." As the team continued on the fastest of speeds deep within the forest toward the safe house, Sophia gave vital information to all about operations concerning the Collective's interest in Project Hydra. They went to the safe house, finding some humble cabin deep in the woods, away from prying eyes. Once inside, they got to work binding Kintz down so that he would not escape. As they settled in, Lila’s device beeped with a new message. “Guys! I’m getting reports of strange weather patterns forming across the globe—hurricanes, tornadoes! It’s starting!”