"Your right radius and ulna were both broken. Fractured humerus. Three broken ribs. Twelve other minor fractures. Four months before you're completely healed up," there was a long pause before Killua proclaimed Gon as a complete idiot.

"I did say this was a bad idea," Rukei muttered in vexation. But to be truthful, she truly was amazed by Gon in his fight. It was like he was dancing. With an enviable grace, closed eyes, and confident smile, Gon had danced through a moving maze with danger on every side, enjoying every moment of his life or death fight. Though that didn't change anything about the current situation.

The spiky-haired boy apologized and stuck his tongue out.

Killua pressed his finger against the injured boy's head angrily, "An apology won't help! Do you have any brains in there?" He demanded, beginning to rapidly smack him against the head ending with a flick, "Didn't you see what happened to those who'd suffered the traditional Nen greeting? One wrong move, and you could have ended up like them! You're lucky that you aren't hurt any worse," the boy finally relented, "Man, why do you think Four-Eyes was training us?"

"Still..."

Rukei was ready to smack his injured self against the wall.

"I had a feeling that I'd be okay."

She prepared a fist to whack him across the head with.

"I took a few hits but I wasn't in mortal danger as long as he missed my vital spots-" Gon waved his arm, his luckily uninjured one, in pain while Killua pressed his foot against the damaged one. Though she knew his injury needed to rest and heal, Gon seriously deserved it. He would never the point.

Saved by two knocks on the door, Killua released the hold, and turned towards the entrance, "Come in."

Killua got up to go get it and seconds later, their visitor walked in and she could see the very intense disapproval across his expression.

"Uh... Sorry-"

Wing's slap cut across the atmosphere like a knife, "An apology won't help! What were you thinking?! Didn't you see those who'd suffered the traditional Nen greeting? You could have ended up just like them!"

Killua walked back further into the room, "Oh, that's what I just told him."

There was a moment of silence before Wing's shoulders slackened as he placed a shoulder on the contrite boy and exhaled deeply, "Honestly... I'm glad you weren't injured any worse."

"Wing-san, I'm really sorry," Gon apologized to which Wing gave a sort of tired smile back to, it almost looked like Gon would be getting off the hook. If she were Wing, the boy probably would have wether she liked it or not.

But she wasn't. "No, I won't let this slide. Killua-kun, do you know when Gon-kun will have recovered completely?"

"The doctor said it would take two months."

Rukei whipped her head around towards him, but she didn't tattle as much as she wanted to. She just couldn't stay mad at Gon.

"I understand. In that case, I won't allow you to participate in any matches for the next two months!" Wing announced, "I won't allow you to train in or study about Nen either. If you don't abide by these rules, I will never teach you again. Well?"

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

On those words, Gon had a promise thread bound about his hand, a greenish color with all sorts of odd patterns written over it as a visual reminder of his promise.

"Killua-kun, Rukei-san. A moment please."

After talking with Wing about their goals, both Rukei and Killua decided that they would wait for Gon to finish healing up and train at the same time that he would start training again. That had happened a couple weeks ago, and while waiting for the two months to pass, Rukei practiced the other Ten daily, the one that Wing had first told them about.

And after doing her morning training in Ten, she had intentions to go buy some milk as Shichi often told her to drink along with lectures on growth and health. But a buzz of her phone derailed her from her intentions.

-

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll be there in about..." there was a hum of consideration from the other end, "Thirty minutes?"

"Thirty minutes," Rukei repeated excitedly, making sure her voice didn't rise to any embarrassing pitches or volumes, "So 11:00 at the front entrance."

"Yep! I'll see you then. Don't be late, Rukei-chan!"

She pulled the phone away from her head and pushed it into her pocket. The ends of her mouth twitched and she tried to force it down but ended up letting it take over after reminding herself that no one was around in the hallway.

"Who was that?"

She took that back.

Rukei turned to face Killua, taming her smile down to a little smirk. She was about to reply with a 'it doesn't matter, does it?' but instead, feeling jumpy and playful she ended up saying, "Someone very, very precious to me."

This got the white-haired boy's attention at the unexpected response to his offhanded question. He spun around as she brushed past him, "Huh? Who?"

And with the most infuriating expression that Rukei had ever given him, even more infuriating than her scolding straight face or her 'are you an idiot?' deadpan, she replied. "That's classified."

-

Rukei glanced left and right, hoping that she didn't appear too anxious. There was just a few minutes until 11:00 but there still wasn't any sign of the awaited appearance. But a glimpse of red hair through the sea of people restored her hopes and put her into great heights again.

"Crimson."

The conspicuous red-haired lady weaved through the crowd towards the young girl, the widest smile on her face, "Rukei-chan!"

And just as Rukei was about to greet the tall woman that she hadn't seen in what felt to be like forever, she was crushed in a hug by the lady that had taken her and Shichi in, along with Glass.

"Aw, gosh, I've missed you so much!" Crimson released Rukei from the steel grip, though she still held the younger girl by her shoulders, "You've gotten a little taller, haven't you?"

Rukei straightened her posture a little at the statement, "Have I?"

Crimson nodded before another goofy expression spread across her face and she proceeded to snuggle the girl like some human personal teddy bear again. Rukei tried to protest, but didn't really have enough air to do so.

"So, Rukei-chan, how was the Exam?"

She gave a short glance towards the lady before keeping her eyes back on the road as not to run into passing by civilians. "It wasn't overwhelmingly difficult. The first phase wasn't anything too unexpected. Half of it was a marathon through a tunnel a hundred floors underneath ground that consisted of-"

"Rukei-chan."

The girl looked up at her called name to see Crimson with an amused expression. Confused, Rukei waited for further clarification.

"I don't want a report," the red-haired lady spoke in a way that made her feel much, much younger than she was. Or perhaps it was what a normal twelve-year old was supposed to feel like? She didn't know, but it had an old, familiar, nostalgic sound to it, "I want to hear what kind of people you met and how you felt. Was it fun? Was it scary?"

The girl looked down and nodded, sorting her thoughts together, "It was fun sometimes. And scary as well. I had to fight people I didn't want to fight ," there was a pause, "I also made friends."

"Oh?" One could practically hear the smile in Crimson's voice, "I see, what are they like?"

"They're... Interesting. Weird even. And sometimes stupid," Rukei added after a moment getting a stifled chuckle from the lady, "But they're good people."

The girl looked up when she felt a hand on her head, Crimson pat her on the head gently, in a comforting manner almost, "I'm glad you made some friends. Where are they now?"

"Leorio and Kurapika are somewhere else, but I'm here with Gon and Killua."

Crimson quickly snapped her head downwards at the information, "Wait, Gon and Killua are boys aren't they?"

She was a little puzzled by the odd question but answered it either way, "Yes."

The redhead sighed, pressing a finger against her temple, a somewhat worried look crossing her face, "Shichi won't be too happy with this."

"Shichi-oneesan was the one who told me I wasn't strong enough," Rukei huffed, "I'm training as she said. I don't see why she should be upset."

"Your sister's upset with everything nowadays," Crimson rolled her eyes, "She left headquarters recently for a case. Looks like she's going to be gone for a while."

Rukei blinked upon hearing the news, "How long?"

The redhead shrugged, not having much else to give her daughter, or at least none that she would willingly give. "Even I don't know. I just know this case definitely isn't going to be closed overnight."

"What's the case-"

"Hey, looks like they sell ice cream here! You want some, Rukei-chan?"

The brunette didn't like being interrupted, but she glanced over to where Crimson was pointing; a small parlor. "Shichi-oneesan says that's bad for your health-"

"Pfft, what does Shichi know?" Crimson scoffed, taking up the girl's hand, "C'mon, let's go."

Rukei guiltily stared at the icy pink dessert sitting innocently in the cup that was set down in front of her. When was the last time she ate this? Four years, if she remembered correctly. Crimson ended up convincing her anyways and she quickly put the spoon down upon taking a bite of it.

Her brain pricked with a chill and she did her best not to flinch. "Brain freeze?" came from an amused voice and she did not reply immediately in anger and pain.

"You could have warned me," Rukei muttered, but as annoyed as she was by her laughing superior she continued to eat away. It was cold but... it was also sweet.

Crimson still hadn't stopped laughing, though it was reduced down to stifled snickers, "Oh gosh, I should have taken a picture of that! Shichi would have loved it."

Rukei's threat came with a deadpan, "Then you can have yam for dinner."

"Wait-! I didn't say anything," the redhead chuckled nervously, waving her hand back and forth furiously, "Forget about it, forget about it!"

She sniffed irritably at the lady's antics who gave a deep relieved sigh when the girl seemed to relent.

But it was not long till Crimson forgot the grace she was given, "You've always fussed over little things like that, haven't you? I guess some things don't change-"

Rukei's eyes showed most of what she thought and her eyes hung one word over Crimson's red head. Yam.

"Never mind."

She turned back towards the bowl of ice cream when Crimson seemed repentant enough, "What's the case Shichi-oneesan is working on-"

"So, tell me about Gon and Killua! Two boys your age, you're much more cunning than I thought, Rukei-chan!"

Rukei stared up at the older woman. The woman she saw as her mother grinned down at her mischievously but that wasn't the only thing there. "Crimson, is Shichi-oneesan in danger?"

Her cheeky expression faltered at the girl's question and the lady did not answer.

"You haven't changed either," Rukei stated, not moving her gaze, "You've always been really bad at lying. That's why Shichi-oneesan found you out."

Crimson let out a deep sigh and gave up on hiding the secret completely, "It's practically our job to be in danger. Though, I will admit, even I'm nervous about this one," she put in a darker tone shadowing her eyes and voice.

Rukei was only plunged into deeper confusion on what she just learned. As Wing had said, she had ended up knowing less than when she had started. "You're both assigned the same mission?"

"Well, yeah," she answered after a moment of contemplation and Rukei knew they were hiding something else from her.

"It must be a difficult job then," the brunette pressed on cautiously, hoping that she could find some kind of clue from Crimson's wording.

But the redhead could tell what her subordinate was trying to do. "Just finish your ice cream for now, okay? I'll give you details later."

When is later? But Rukei gave up on her quest for information, for now that is. When they finished, Crimson suggested that they watch one of the matches in Heaven's Arena. She knew someone who had a match assigned that day, and they were an interesting fighter apparently.

"We may not get there in time," Crimson sighed, looking at her watch, pulling back one of her loose white sleeves that she wore under the long, flowing red garments that had an Ochiman origin and look to it. It concealed her weapons properly, though Rukei could see a little bump and fold behind the woman indicating where she held them, "Not without dragging a lot of attention anyways," the lady added in a much quieter tone.

"I know a shortcut," Rukei put in, which got a grin from the redhead.

They weaved through a couple streets and alleyways ending up in a fairly abandoned parking lot, save a few cars spread about that wanted to escape parking payment.

"Wow, you've already gotten familiar with the city," Crimson whistled.

"I take this way a lot," the brunette replied, "I usually have to go and buy randoms for Gon and Killua."

Crimson laughed at her statement, she could tell that the three used the rock-paper-scissors methods to decide. "That's because you keep throwing out scissors!"

The girl was irritated at the fact that the lady was right, "I was using reverse psychology."

"This is what happens when you try to be smarter than you actually are!" Crimson told her through chuckling.

"I am not trying to-"

Double.

For a second she saw a double of everything but by that time it was too late.

It had already been injected.

"My, my, to still be standing; you've kept your wonderful pain tolerance."

She heard a ruffling and swish of clothes, and by the brilliant gleam, she knew that Crimson had already swiped at the owner of the unforgettable voice with her previously hidden weapon. "Who are you? What did you do to her?"

Oh. It had been a while since she had heard Crimson angry. Rukei lifted her eyes from the ground and focused them on the figure that jumped to safety in front of them, though she didn't need to look up to tell who he was.

He had looked different but she recognized him still, a red cap and friendly face. Ignoring the question of the seething woman beside her, instead he asked own. "Do you remember who I am, Subject 9?"

She managed to respond despite a wave of fire spread throughout her head, eating away at her vision, "Take off the disguise, Flask."

The smile widened, in an eerie, almost terrifying way as the man complied, tearing off the mask, cap and wig, revealing the narrow green eyes that carried a snake like character with it, "Ah, your memory is still the same. That's good information to record!" He sang cheerfully.

Aura spiked from next her, and the first thought that ran through her mind was how grateful she was that the frighteningly powerful aura was not directed at her. Her next thought was stopping herself from showing the pain from the searing rips and tears that made it's way across her body.

"What did you do to her, Flask?!"

"Let's see, what did I do indeed?" The man did not lose his composure in the presence of such an overwhelming opponent, "It could have been nothing much, just a little something to put our subject to sleep. Or maybe it could be a slow acting poison, one that will have it writhing in pain till it dies," he drawled; a sadistic laugh ringing through the parking lot, "Which do you think it is, Red? Is that expression on it's face the expression of something resisting sleep or the expression of something hiding the dying screams of agony? Which one is it, Red?"

The aura next to her spiked, if it even could go higher, but Rukei quickly tried to stop the lady from any reckless action, "Don't worry, Crimson," she called out between shaky breaths that were trying to be kept steady and she stopped for a moment so she would not let out a yell of pain as the fire burned so hot in her nerves that it felt like she was being slowly encased in ice, "It's just Anti-Zyphon liquid. I can tell."

Relief flashed over the dark gray eyes in the moment, but that did not slacken the grip on the butterfly swords or the rising Ren. "Rukei-chan, can you still fight?"

She nodded even if her body told her otherwise and it was beginning to be difficult to stand as the pain began to travel and intensify even in her feet, "Yes."

"Alright," the red-haired lady continued, "Then run."

"What?" Rukei whipped her head around, "But I-" her protest was cut off by a visible wince and a somewhat held back cry.

The redhead did not look at the brunette anymore, "If you can fight then you can run. Now."

"I-"

"That's an order, Rukei!"

Then the girl lost all her words to deny the woman, and for a moment even the pain that multiplied by the second, dulled, "Understood."

But when the girl turned to follow her orders, suddenly the man that was in front of them stood behind them, in her way, "It can still fight? Fascinating!"

Rukei reached for her weapon but as she did a particularly fiery pulse shot through her left leg and she staggered onto one knee.

But she needed to run.

There was a blur of red flying across her vision and there was a screech of the sound of a certain metal against burning acid. Rukei's eyes widened on seeing in between Flask's hands was an odd colored blanket of protection that had to be the acid holding off Crimson's swords. Was that Nen too?

"Oh, you're still using our super resistant blades? Even though we are the ones who invented those?" Flask asked nonchalantly but by the tremor of his hands he was having a hard time holding up against her.

"I'm a simple woman," Crimson shot back with a spiteful smile, "If it works, I'll use it."

Flask pulled back the acid like substance that he seemed to manipulate at free will, releasing them from the lock they put themselves in. But that only had Crimson swinging the blades again, and even though Rukei knew that the sword didn't touch Flask, a cut had made itself across from underneath his eye to the other side of his face.

Upside down.

Her world was spinning and she needed to run. She had to hurry before she lost all her ability to move to the conflagration inside her. She darted forward while the red-haired woman had him very occupied in the midst of her furious blade wielding that Rukei could barely track.

She caught herself as she fell to the ground and sprung back up again, but as she got up she very narrowly evaded a splash of some burning type of liquid that skimmed her nose, it was Nen, she could tell now but could aura really be disconnected from one's body like that?

Crimson snarled wildly at the criminal, charging in again, ablaze but the red flame was lost within an explosion of fog. A smoke screen.

Rukei couldn't see a thing and the pull of her throbbing mind sent her vision everywhere. Her cry that she could not keep down under the heated freezing of her lungs revealed her location. She knew that an attack would come any moment and she pulled her hands weakly to herself.

She saw a flash of green and she knew it was too late as she lifted her shuddering arms upwards as a hopeless attempt to block. When the attack didn't come, she looked for her reason why, finding a man with a half untucked button-down guarding her from the attack.

"Wing-san-" Rukei clamped down her mouth to muffle a sound of intense hurt. It amplified to a scream she could no longer keep down as she fell to her knees, no longer being able to stabilize herself; her legs and arms had become useless burning frozen blocks and her sight was stretching every which way, several colors flashing over her eyes. But she could still see the splatters of pink that had dripped from her mouth.

"Hooh," Flask mused with his wicked grin, but she knew he was annoyed by the change of plans, "Subject 9's got some more friends."

The smoke was beginning to clear, being blown away by unnaturally rapid spinning of blades in Crimson's hands, that eventually slowed to a stop as only wisps remained. This approach was different than her usual; circling Flask steadily. Without taking a glance towards the bespectacled man, she called out to him, "Rukei's ally? Get her out of here. Please."

Wing held no objection as he quickly picked the girl up but he did stop to ask on her well-being as well, "And you?"

"I'll be fine," Crimson muttered darkly with a reassuring spin of a gleaming blade.

-

"Rukei!"

The door slammed open, and there was a fast drum of footsteps towards the couch where Rukei lay unconscious. Gon quickly looked up worriedly at Wing who replaced the wet cloth on her forehead. "What happened? Is she okay?"

"Where's Crimson?" Killua asked after taking a sweeping glance of the room, "She was with Rukei, wasn't she? Did she stab herself with Anti-Zyphon?"

"Please, I can only take one question at a time," Wing told them, calmly telling them to sit down while Zushi rushed into the room moments after with a new basin of ice water in his arms. "I have many things to ask you as well."

Gon nodded while they both sat down, casting glances towards the girl every now and then while Wing explained what he saw. He had been taking a shortcut to Heaven's Arena to check on them but had felt the great spikes of aura from where Rukei was, along with Crimson and someone that she called Flask.

"'Flask?'" Gon repeated, and Killua mulled over the name.

He came to the conclusion, "It's probably a codename of some sort."

"Then Flask's from the Zakuya?"

"Probably."

Wing looked in between the two conversing before sighing, "I see. Rukei-san was part of the Zakuya once?"

Killua gave Gon a glance, knowing that Rukei didn't like to have all her cards laying out on the table, but Wing probably should know in case Flask wanted to put out any witnesses, "Yeah. She's under the XX Alliance now, apparently. But I don't know why she would be a target. An old grudge, maybe?"

"It's because of her blood."

At the doorway stood a woman with a distinct bright red hair color and fluttering clothes that were now tattered and ripped. The sheathes strapped underneath the garnet robe was now easier to see and the glint of the sword's hilt was visible.

"Gon and Killua, yes?" The lady asked, nearing the girl and brushing a lock of brown away from her face, "Has she told you about Zyphon?" A pause, "Sorry, that was a dumb question. From the way she talked about you guys, she must have."

The lady then turned to Wing and asked for details of Rukei's state and health. The more extreme symptoms seemed to have calmed down and she had been left with a fever that was falling slowly.

"Crimson-san," Gon called and the woman glanced to the side, "Will Rukei be okay?"

The lady broke into a tired smile at the boy's question, "Anti-Zyphon is painful for them but it won't kill them. She'll be fine when she wakes up."

"Where's Flask?"

The redhead moved her gaze over to the white-haired boy a look of aggravation crossing her face at the remembrance, "He escaped. Another agent pulled him out. I don't think they could have gotten very far though," the lady added, turning the sleeve of her white garments over to show them; she was wearing it inside-out to hide stains of blood that was not her own, "I need to locate them soon but I promised Rukei-chan something, so if you have questions, ask me when she wakes up."

Both boys glanced towards their friend, shuddering and tossing in her sleep, and they frowned upon seeing her.

This was the most pained face she had ever shown them.

-

She sat up a bit too quickly and she held her head as it cleared from the sudden jerk of pain. A wet towel had fallen into her lap and judging from the dampness of her forehead, it must have been there moments earlier.

"Master, Rukei-san's up!"

The girl blinked slowly, gathering her surroundings, a familiar young boy in a gi had dropped a soaked cloth, he must have been meaning to replace the one on her head and she startled him by her movement, and there was a pause of a quietly buzzing conversation from the two adults that stood nearby. And the steps of two boys calling her name.

"How are you feeling?" Crimson questioned, kneeling down in front of her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

She did have a lingering headache but it would be gone soon as well, she knew. "Nothing out of the ordinary," she affirmed after a moment before remembering what happened before she got knocked out, "What happened to Flask?"

"Escaped, thanks to Route," the lady sighed at the thought of the crafty woman that used planned all the escape roads for every mission. But Rukei was sure that Route had been imprisoned for many years... "I'm about to go after him, but I thought I should inform you on the situation first. You're also part of the Alliance, after all."

"About Shichi's case?" Rukei questioned.

"It's not just Shichi's," Crimson reminded her, taking a seat beside the girl, "Nearly half of the Alliance is involved."

What?

"It has to do with Flask actually," the lady continued with a glint of irritation in her eyes as she leaned back, "And that nut case of a mad scientist."

Professor. Rukei's blood ran cold at the thought of the title though she knew the effects of the Anti-Zyphon liquid should have passed.

"I've been meaning to ask for a while," Gon interrupted in a concerned voice, "But who is Flask?"

Rukei looked out towards the window; it wouldn't be long till the sun would set, "Flask was one of the lab assistants on the Zyphon project. He escaped during the the overthrow and he's been hard to find. He's good at disguises."

"It's not really a big deal wether they escaped two years ago or not anymore," Crimson stated, the swishing of silk indicating that she folded her arms, "Many valued Zakuya members have broken out of prisons across the world. The amount of members on the loose right now hits over fifty."

Rukei whipped her head back around at the information, dread beginning to take root in her mind quickly after the shock, "But- then that means-"

"They're coming back together," Crimson's dark eyes opened leveled with a seriousness and gravity that Rukei knew was trouble to see, "The Zakuya is being revived."

It wasn't fair. Stamping out the Zakuya had taken so much from them, from Shichi, Crimson, and Glass, and just like that, in the span of two years, they were coming back?

"We're not quite sure what they're planning. Shichi's getting us information on that. But from what happened today, I'm pretty sure they're after you."

"Me?" Rukei echoed dully.

"But why Rukei?" Killua stepped in, he had been pretty good at following what was going on with minimal information, "There are tons of other people who overthrew the Zakuya, right?"

Crimson shook her head, shooting down the boy's idea, "We doubt that they're looking for revenge. They have some other goal in mind that will probably involved completing the experiment they didn't complete two years back."

Rukei glanced over the pinkish stains smeared across her yellow sweatshirt. Of course.

"It's possible they aren't just after Rukei-chan though. They may be after every Zyphon experiment. They were the Zakuya's pride after all."

She nodded in response mechanically. Crimson announced that she had given up all she could tell Rukei and that the red-haired lady had to hunt down Flask and Route then. The lady instructed the girl to be very wary, though she was sure that the injuries she dealt were harsh enough for them to retreat till Crimson could properly get them off Rukei's tail, that didn't mean she was completely in the safe zone.

But that didn't really matter.

As long as the Zakuya lived, there was no safe zone for her.

"We'll protect her!"

Rukei looked up in mild surprise as Gon stood up, placing a fist against his chest proudly and facing Crimson who look equally startled. "Huh?"

Gon announced it again, every word spoken confidently, "We'll make sure the Zakuya won't ever get to her, so don't worry, Crimson-san!"

"Don't you ever feel embarrassed saying stuff like that out loud?" Killua questioned at the boy's bold claim, "Well, it'd suck to not have someone around to beat in rock-paper-scissors."

Rukei jumped to her feet at Killua's remark, "I do not always throw out scissors!"

Everyone laughed at her as she realized she outwardly revealed her own weakness and she tried to cover up her mistake by furiously ignoring everyone else.

"So you don't have anything to worry about either, Rukei," Gon told her with a reassuring smile towards her back that she caught through the reflection of the window.

Sure, it was just Gon going about his normal, optimistic, jolly statements that he still through around despite his arm still being held in a white cloth, again. Gon was in no position to be saying he would protect her. But somehow the smile and words were more comforting than anything weapons or skills would provide.

-

She shut her room door behind her and shuffled through the things in her bag to find the recently printed photo that she had received a few days ago. Whenever she looked at it, she couldn't help but smile and it was a good alternative to relieve her nerves instead of the cube.

Gon, Killua, Kurapika, and Leorio.

"Wow, the photo came out very nicely!"

Rukei froze.

"It must be my photography skills. Since I used to take photos of specimens a lot, y'know?"

From the reflection of the window, viridescent eyes gleamed like a snake with it's prey in it's eye. It's prey, the Hunter with oddly colored blood, could barely move her mouth, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you should know," the snake laughed, a more ragged laugh. He had been afflicted with a scar running across his nose and his clothing was dyed in a deep red; crimson, "I just need you to follow some instructions."

Horror twisted her stomach and panic grabbed control of her mind as Flask leaned over to trace the outline of her friends in the photo that she grasped tightly in her hands.

"Because, oh... What was it again? You said it that one time..." The man pretended to forget but Rukei knew he hadn't, "Ah! That's right!"

No.

"'If you don't follow orders, you're not the only one who gets hurt.'"