Guzman's ship bounced along the turbulence, and emitted a barely audible, somewhat pleasant noise from its blue engines. Inside Guzman was napping, while a sophisticated computer helmed the ship.The ship then began its descent, and propellers whirred to life, gently setting the ship down with a thud on the metal platform. Guzman gently stirred and awoke. Guzman slid the cockpit open and climbed down the ladder, making a clanging noise as he set his feet on the ground. Guzman stretched and stumbled sleepily across the landing pad. Eager to destroy Talno in the most painful way possible.

He slid open the door and plodded down the metal staircase to the floors below. He sat in a waiting area and was soon taken by the secretary to Talno's cell. The police officers saluted Guzman as he walked past, recognizing his rank. Guzman's massive ego inflated with each salute, and he knew this was going to be a good day. Guzman stared intently at Talno's restrained body and salivated at how he would be tortured. As the secretary unlocked the cell however. The lights flickered off, and Talno's electronic restraints lifted up. Talno stood up shakily and knew his escape had to be quick. Gunshots could be heard outside, along with screams.

Guzman ducked behind a desk and whimpered softly. The secretary reached into her purse and grabbed her handgun, crouching behind the doorway.

Talno crept along the walls trying not to be noticed. One of the interns that had been hiding noticed him, and opened fire. His shots were not aimed well, and the interns hands shook out of fear. Talno leaped behind a desk and grabbed his gun, quickly shooting the interns leg in order to incapacitate him. Talno sprinted away and slipped through the battlefield in the front of the station fairly easily. All the assailants seemed to be wearing red cloaks, and were quickly cutting through the police force. Talno thought little of it and retreated into the safety of the darkness.

Guzman felt very unlucky at this moment as he heard the glass shattering and the assailants stepping into the station. He knew backup would arrive soon, but at this rate he would be dead by then. He heard an intern scream followed by a gunshot. Guzman cowered as the assailants grew closer. One of them peeked inside and saw him, Guzman immediately recognized them as the extremist doomsday cult that had been attacking people in the area. He began sobbing. Suddenly the mans neck jerked around and he fell over. It seemed as if he had been shot in the head. Guzman looked to the side and saw the secretary shaking, the end of her gun still smoking. Guzman quietly crept behind the woman shielding himself with her. More cultists streamed in and she shot them all. After the third one it appeared they knew better and they threw in a grenade instead. Guzman grabbed the woman and shielded himself with her. The explosion pulverized the woman and smashed Guzman against the wall. He clearly had a very severe concussion and could barely hear the sounds of more men stepping in, and gunshots. A familiar face stepped in and looked in disgust at Guzmans still smouldering shield. "Still cowering behind bodyguards?" Guzman dropped the woman and stared cross eyed at the person who had just stepped in. "I asked personally to accompany this squad after I knew you would be here. Too good an opportunity to pass up isn't it... Father." The man took out his gun and peppered Guzman with bullets. As he walked out he smiled, relishing his promotion.