Akhita past an alley, she clings the blanket around her, suddenly two people run past her, knocking her over on the ground.

"Watch it lady! You say us coming!"

Akhita glares up at the two running away, a portly woman tries to chase after them while waving her rolling pin in the air. The two people had bags of donuts and bread in their arms.

"Hey! Get back here you thieves!" The woman yells, stepping on a puddle, some of the mud spills on Akhita, who is struggling to stand up.

The woman ignores her as Akhita silently walks down the alley that she passed by, she looks down at another homeless woman who was leaned against the wall, a belt tied around her elbow and a needle prodding out of her wrist.

Akhita drops the blanket, she looks down at the wet newspaper that had laid beside the woman, it had reeked of urine and vomit.

The headlines were blurred out but Akhita could still see the headlines:

Deceased FBI agent's house was set on fire September 15, 2068 located down Hillbury Street.

Akhita's heart skipped a beat.

2068.

Her mind swarms together like hungry flies as she recollected everything that she remembered.

That's fifty years from when I got attacked.

Akhita looks back down at her hands, they were full of dried blood but now they were just smeared with dirt and gravel.

I never aged.

Akhita's eyes only grew bigger.

I have to test this. If I'm crazy, I might as well try this.

Can I feel pain?

Akhita's eyes search along the alley as rain continued to pour, she walks around, searching for something that she could harm herself with.

In the corner was a busted light, the glass shards were huge and they looked pretty sharp. Akhita saunters over to the corner and she kneels, grabbing the shard.

Let's test this theory.

Akhita closes her fingers around the shard, squeezing it into her skin as hard as she could, she couldn't feel the pain, but she saw blood run down her clenched fist.

She drops the now red covered shard and she stands up, suddenly, her wound slowly closes.

What the fuck...

"What....did you...do to me?" She mutters out loud. Her hands were shaking and even though she couldn't feel pain physically, she was starting to mentally.

"What the....fuck....did you do to me?"

Akhita wanted answers, she wanted to understand. She wished that she had spared the doctor's life so that way he could answer her.

But she was blinded by her anger.

How did I not age? What is wrong with me? Am I supposed to be dead? Hell, am I dead? Where is my family?

Akhita pauses, then she drew in a deep breath. She couldn't lose her cool, she was already confused enough.

Even though some of her emotions are uncontrollable.

My house! I have to see if it's still there! I need to know if my sister is alive!

--

Knox had sat cross legged on the table, he's been spending several nights finding ways and scenarios of how Silver Bronx is failing and/or rising.

His office was modern, everything was either black or made of dark wood, he preferred not to use so much glass.

Everything was neat, Knox had made sure that Marcy cleaned this office top to bottom twice a day.

Suddenly, there was a knock, Knox hops off his dark mohagony table and he saunters over to open the door.

He opens it only to see his partner Roman, who stood straight and firm.

"I have important news." Roman clarifies.

"Come in." Knox says with a faint smile.

As Roman entered the room, Knox quietly closes the door.

"I know it was you that night." Roman adds as he sat down in one of the wooden chairs.

"You don't have to be so vague, be straight up about it, I'm not a formal guy." Knox shrugs, smirking slightly at him.

"The fire." Roman says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I was responsible for it, but Marcy did the dirty work, we had to burn all the evidence."

"Why?" Roman asks impatiently, tapping his fingers against the desk, the sound instantly irritating Knox.

"I know you like the back of my hand, you wouldn't do something off the bat without a good reason....and you would've informed me."

"Keep this between us, Godfather can't know, neither can cap." Knox growls, slamming his hands on the table.

"We're almost the most superior people in the SB, whatever problem we endure, we have the permission to take it into our own hands." Roman explains.

"Well, you know about the shipment massacre?" Knox begun, beating around the bush.

"Everyone knows." Roman says.

"Smartass," Knox grumbles under his breath. "Well, it seems that it was because of one woman."

Roman raises his eyebrows. "Just one?"

"This proves that we have another threat, and where our people were going....is a place that is top secret." Knox explains.

"So it had to be someone on the ship." Roman finishes, earning a subtle nod from Knox.

"Besides, our defenses our high when it comes to tasks overseas, it would be impossible to get attacked." Knox says.

"But we have loyal women of the group." Roman says.

"We've all gave them the luxury of having a wealthy house, plenty of food and unlimited protection....how can they rebel?" Roman ponders, Knox paces around his office, which was pretty huge.

"Think." Knox snaps.

"Women are just as sneaky as men, and we could have a spy on our hands." Knox reassures, stopping to face Roman.

"Wait....I remember Xavier mentioning a woman in a tank." Roman clarifies, his tone changing.

"But that's weird, her body was frozen." Knox eggs on. Knox already had a feeling of who it would be, he just didn't want to draw any suspicion to himself.

"Let's not worry about that now. Let's get some lunch before jumping to conclusions." Knox says, Roman gets up from the chair and walks to the door.

Roman stops and turns around.

"Oh yeah, we have a new proposal that would be beneficial."