Suddenly there was an explosion from the far side of the room. The wall had been broken through, and people with bullet proof outfits and guns came storming through the hole.

People in the same outfit came rushing into the room where the leader of the organization and Shaunt had been watching to fight.

The Leader and everyone from the Organization was detained in minutes.

Tylorie recognized the bullet proof outfits the people were wearing. It was the same outfit she had worn many times, they were from the country's spy sector!

But how had they known? how could they have known where she was, why were they here.

Just then Jent came strolling through the hole in the wall like it was any other day and he was on his way to the computer office.

"Jent, what's the idea!" Dallen barked, recognizing the investigator. Even though he didn't recognize the outfits the soldiers were wearing, he didn't have a good feeling about where the situation was going.

Hearing Dallen, Jent headed in their direction, noticing Tylorie's hurt state. "Hello, long time no see." he said with a smile. 

"What's going on here?" Dallen demanded in a low voice. 

"What does it look like, rescuing two hopeless people, at the same time taking down the biggest crime organization in the country." Jent explained.

"Where did these soldiers come from?" he asked, dreading the answer.

At that Jent smiled a somewhat guilty somewhat mischievous smile, "They may have come from the country's spy sector, and that might have been my doing."

"You work for the country too." Dallen accused 

"Stop being so fussy about it." a sarcastic voice came from the floor. Tylorie had regained some control over her pain and was in the process of getting up, Dallen quickly bent to help her and slowly she was able to stand. 

"I thought you looked familiar." she said with a smirk that turned to a grimace as her arm began hurting worse. "As much as this is a happy reunion, I need some medical attention on this arm." she said, trying to lift the arm as she referred to it, managing to make it hurt even more.

Just then a spy she recognized walked by, "Hey!" she called, "Mark, is that you. Get over here and fix my arm." with a smile. 

Mark and Tylorie left Dallen to go to some medical truck, which left Dallen even more alone.

If these soldiers were with the country, would they arrest him? Would they send him back to prison?