Miranda woke up with a start at nine and looked around the almost pitch black bedroom. Something was off but she couldn't place it. Her sister Layla slept in the bed next to her, as their cousin Carrie slept on the floor at the end of the bed.

"Layla?" Miranda shook her sister’s shoulder. "Layla."

"Shhhh...what?" Layla rolled but didn't fully wake up.

Miranda listened a bit, then heard the vehicle. "Layla, get up, get up now." Miranda shook her sister harder and staggered off the bed. "Carrie, wake up, everybody get up. Layla, where's the phone? Did you hide it?"

"Yes, it's away..." Layla sat up and then screamed as the door was kicked in by an Armed man in uniform. The Soldier had a halogen flashlight that blinded everybody in the room.

"Hands in the air! Hands in the air!" He yelled as he aimed his AR-15. "Move! Move!"

Miranda helped Carrie to her feet as Layla was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the living room. There they found the rest of the occupants of the house on their knees, with hands behind their heads. There were three other soldiers in the room and an Indian Agent named Donald; overweight and sweat all over his out of shape red face.

"You know who I'm looking for. Where is he!?" Donald said, "Play nice and you might get out of this alive."

Jasmine, another one of Miranda's cousins pointed toward the closet.

"Jasmine..." Layla said, as Donald went to the closet and opened it. He took a few minutes to go through it before he came out with the cell phone.

"Not what I'm looking for...but definitely worth keeping. Whose is it?" Donald moved to stand in front of the group. "Who does this belong to?"

The group was silent.

"Ok, take them all, all of them."

"It's mine...it's mine." Miranda blurted, Donald moved to her.

"Get her out of here." Donald ordered and Miranda was grabbed and dragged for the door.

"No! No!" Layla yelled, "I made it, I made it, please."

"Layla, no!" Miranda yelled back from the door as her soldier stopped pulling to see what was happening.

Donald studied Layla as he considered the paperwork involved if he was wrong, and how much worse it would be for him if he let something get away.

"Take her too." Donald said and Layla was pulled away. Donald addressed the rest as he held up a picture. "We're looking for this man. He is a terrorist and if you are hiding him, you are terrorists and will be treated as such."

Miranda and Layla were dragged kicking and screaming out onto the front lawn. Miranda settled when she saw that all the houses in their area had cars out front as men in uniforms and blacks suits moved about.

Miranda was pushed into the back of a waiting paddy wagon and locked by her wrists to the floor. A moment later Layla was locked into place and the door was shut. They were shrouded in blackness.

"Miranda?"

"Shhhh"

"What's going on?"

"I don't know."

The truck began to move and over the next half an hour the door would open occasionally as other natives were pushed in and locked up. Miranda wasn't sure who they were but recognized some voices as they argued with the guards and shared information.

"Darwin, they get you?" Melvin said from the blackness.

"Yeah, fuckers. What the hell are they doing?" Darwin answered.

"Don't know. Something's happened. ‘Cause they're pissed." Sara said.

"It's those...that girl and her army, we told her this would happen." Darwin growled.

Miranda knew she was in with the reserve leadership.

The wagon travelled along a bumpy road for another half an hour before it came to a stop. The people inside were made to wait another hour after that before the back door opened and the inside was flooded with halogen lights on rifles.

One by one those inside were uncuffed and dragged out the back; Miranda and Layla were taken out last. Once on the ground Miranda could see they were away from the reserve, somewhere out in the bush where the wagon and several cars were parked.

Nine soldiers and two agents moved them in a pre-school style line away from the cars. They walked a football field distance into a clearing where a large Backhoe was being shut down.

"Line them up." Ryan stepped forward holding a Berretta.

The natives were lined up along a bump of dirt, Miranda looked back to see that it was in front of a ditch six feet deep. It dawned on her what was going on and she looked down the line of twelve natives.

"No...no,no,no." Miranda said and grabbed Layla's hand.

Ryan sauntered up to Marvin, first in line, and held up the picture. "I want a name, and where he is."

Marvin looked at the picture, it was a crude drawing of Kevin but most of the features could've been any Indian. Marvin assumed whoever described the individual was a believer that all Indians looked alike. Even so, it was definitely Kevin and Marvin was never going to give him up.

"I don't know who that is..." Marvin said. Ryan lifted the gun up to Marvin's head. "I swear I don't..."

Ryan pulled the trigger, Marvin's head snapped back and his body hit the ground as Ryan moved to Sara, whose face was full of terror. Two agents moved forward and pushed Marvin's body into the ditch.

"Miranda..." Layla said in shock.

Ryan aimed at Sara's head and held the picture up. "I want his name, and where he is."

"We don't keep track of them, they don't give us their..." Sara said quickly but Ryan fired, her body hit the ground.

Darwin bolted for the trees but two of the soldiers shot him, his body staggered forward before dropping to the ground a few feet from the sisters.

Layla screamed and grabbed onto Miranda, crying in fear as Ryan moved onto the next native. One by one he asked his question and didn't get the answer he wanted so he would kill them. He reached Miranda and Layla, as the younger girl clutched her sister for life. Ryan tilted his head and smiled as he saw the interaction, he stepped forward and held the picture up.

"She's doesn't know, please, she's not involved with anything." Miranda begged. Ryan pointed the gun at Layla and Miranda wailed. "Please, it was my cellphone, mine, she doesn't know anything about it. Please."

"What cell phone?" Ryan lowered the gun.

"My cell phone, it's mine. I swear its mine." Miranda continued.

"I don't, I don't really care." Ryan held up the drawing again. "I want a name, and I want a location. That's all I care about. You give me that, and I let you live."

Miranda studied Ryan looking for honesty, and then looked down at the drawing of Kevin. She went through her mental Rolodex but came up blank. She looked up at Ryan.

"I'm sorry, please." She said.

Ryan sighed and aimed at Layla.

"Kevin, his name’s Kevin." Layla blurted out causing Ryan to pause. He reached out so she could have a better look at the picture.

"Look closely. Are you sure?" Ryan motioned with his head to a soldier who put the light on the picture.

"Yes."

"And where can I find him?" Ryan pulled the picture back.

"I don't know, he lives in the forest with the others." Layla loosened her grip on Miranda.

"But you know how they contact him?" Ryan asked. She nodded and he grinned. "Ok, what's your name little lady?"

"Layla." Layla answered.

"Well, you've been very helpful and I believe you will continue to be. You get to live." Ryan stated, he aimed and fired two rounds into Miranda.

Layla screamed grabbing onto her sister as Miranda landed on the dirt bump, her body slid over the back and into the ditch.

"Bring her, cover the rest." Ryan said as he left for the cars. Layla was grabbed and dragged away as she yelled out her pain, watching as other soldiers moved forward with shovels. They pushed the bodies into the ditch, filling it in after.

Peter arched his back and screamed. His sounds echoed throughout the basement; which was nothing more than a large shower room converted into a torture cell. Two agents stood by watching as Damien used pliers to pull the nail out of Peter’s large toe.

Damien finished and stood up to show Peter, who stopped screaming and went about getting his breath under control. He was strapped down to a metal chair, one that was hooked up to a fridge sized battery against the tiled wall.

"I used to do this as a kid. I used to experiment on the neighbourhood dogs. What I found was that I can pull them out, give you a few months so they grow back and I can do it all over again." Damien put the nail on the metal table next to the chair. "Your teeth though, you only get one pull each."

"Where do they find you people?" Peter asked. He looked at his bare feet both in a barrel of bloody water. "They put ads up in the fucking loonie bin?"

"The camera, Jason, where were you taking it? Who were you giving it to?" Damien crouched down in front of Peter.

"Who's Jason?" Peter asked.

"You are." Damien narrowed his eyes.

"No..." Peter shook his head.

Damien stared as his tempter started to build, to the point that Peter couldn't make out what the Agent was thinking; but he found out when Damien yanked the nail from Peter’s next toe. Peter grunted at first but then let out his yell, the blood stretched out in the warm water.

"What's your name?" Damien screamed at him. Peter closed his eyes and concentrated on taking back control of his body and fears.

"We're starting from the beginning again...your boss is not going to be happy with you." Peter weakly smiled just before Damien punched him hard and backed away.

"Cook him." Damien said. One of the agents approached the controller and flicked the switch. It sent several thousand volts of electricity into Peter and down to the water. Peter arched again and gritted his teeth as his body convulsed beyond his control. "Stop..."

The current was shut down and Damien loomed over him, he put his hands on Peter’s wrists.

"Give me your name."

Peter pulled what spit he could and sent it onto Damien's face; who backed up.

"Hit him again."

Two armed military men escorted Eric from his house to the backyard each one holding one of his upper arms to move him along quicker. Eric winced as his arthritis inflamed, made worse in a world that didn't allow him the medication to combat it. Up ahead his wolf Larry growled from the other side of a fence as Ryan studied him.

"You make him stop or I'll kill him." Ryan said, knowing he needed the wolf.

"Larry. Shhh, settle down my boy." Eric said as he put his hand on the fence line. The wolf settled down but watched Ryan.

"Feed this to him." Ryan held up a small coin sized device. Eric took it and looked it over.

"What is it?"

"It's edible." Ryan said.

Eric sighed, resigned to having to cooperate or these men would make good on their threat of killing his neighbors in front of him. He opened the gate and Larry came to him so he petted the creature. "Good boy, good boy..."

Eric held the item to Larry's mouth and the wolf tasted it before eating it up. Eric looked to Ryan and nodded.

"Alright, send him on his way." Ryan backed away from the cage as Eric brought the wolf out. He lifted up his small computer pad with the mapping program on it.

Eric whispered instructions to Larry and let him go, the wolf darted off for the trees as the map lit up. It showed its current location and the location of the small tracker that the wolf had just eaten.

Ryan motioned to the soldiers as he headed back to the house, on the other side the other forty Indian agents and two hundred Reserve forces waited for the instructions to move. Ryan gave the order to the first few and it spread through the ranks. The well-armed men and women started moving for the forest.

Peter was tired. He wasn't sure what time it was anymore but it felt like he had been sitting in this chair for days. In reality it had only been eight hours. He was keeping track and thought he might have only two nails left on his left hand, it was hard to tell as his appendages were only sending throbbing pain messages. His left eye was swollen shut and all he could taste was the blood from where three of his teeth were removed.

He wanted to talk.

He knew who the leadership was on the reserve by name, he knew where the natives in the bush were; he knew how to get to the border and where they could cross. This had to be useful information to them, and he wanted more than anything just to tell them everything. He could tell them all they wanted and they would make the pain stop.

Peter felt a lightning-like-pain behind his eyes, as if his skull was being split open. If it would make the agony stop Peter would've and could've named even the people working in this very building that had been working with the Indians.

This reason alone, that he was aware that he was ready to talk, meant Peter was also aware that he needed to die.

"How about it? You have a name?" Damien leaned in next to Peter and talked softly to him at ear level.

Peter started to talk but coughed up blood and felt it drip down his chin; he waited a moment and tried again. "Jason...Thomas."

Damien shouted out his frustration and moved in front of Peter, he pulled out his pistol and pushed it to Peter’s forehead. "I'm going to count to three, if you don't give me your name by then I'm going to blow your head off."

"You suck at this..." Peter said.

"One."

"You don't have the guts to kill me."

"Two."

"You chicken shit."

"Three." Damien said but didn't pull the trigger.

"Yeah, I didn't think so, you coward" Peter said. "I've seen your worse, and you..."

"Lower your weapon." A new voice caused Peter to stop; a deep and proper voice. "Agent, lower your weapon."

Damien lowered his weapon and looked over at Richard Porter in the doorway. He was in a tailored suit that went with the business hair cut. Richard was a lean six foot two man with good looks mixed with a higher education. He had dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Peter couldn't see any of this though, but from the authority in his voice knew who he was. More importantly, what he was.

"Oh no..." Peter said softly.

"I'm interrogating the prisoner." Damien said.

"And you're done." Richard replied.

"But he still knows things that..."

"Let me be more clear, if you value your career, you will get out of my sight. If you don't, I will personally take an interest in destroying your life." Richard remained calm. "Go now, while you still have a chance."

Damien put his weapon in its holster and went out the door. Richard was unimpressed and moved over to see what had been done to Peter.

"Turn that off." Richard said and the generator was powered down. He touched Peter's face, causing the Indian to wince and pull back. "It's alright, you're done for the night."

Peter closed his good eye as Richard felt around with his hand checking for broken bones. It's too direct, Peter could tell he was a man with a medical degree.

"Okay, get him a cell with a bed. Bring in the doctor to look him over. I want him cleaned up and fed. If he doesn't want to eat, use an IV." Richard stepped back. "And suicide watch, nothing sharp or anything that can be tied."

Richard took one last look at Peter and left the room.

Peter knew he was in trouble now. The Inquisitor was here.