"Quite the opposite." Hal responded.

"I just came to tell you that things are actually going better than expected." he said to her. "I was able to process and transcribe the information you gave, and make sure it went to the right people, avoiding the eyes and ears of the ones colluding with that ring." he continued, venom in his tone at the end of that.

"Already there is a plan being enacted to cripple their organisation." he then said.

"Massively coordinated, too. Seems the ring stepped on a LOT of the wrong toes, but were skilled enough to avoid the repercussions. No longer." he went on.

"If all goes well, they'll be done late today. Or massively crippled."

"..." Hal was silent for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"Well, as far as their sentencing and punishments go, that shall remain to be seen." he told her. "That being said, your presence may be required there, in terms of identifying people." he continued.

"...or, possibly, helping them navigate, it need be. Depends on how you feel." he told her further.

He then looked around, before facing the other way.

"...but I WILL say this..." he then said. "If, during the sting and raids... if any of those in charge, or those that could be considered direct employers get killed... I have it on good authority NO questions will be asked about the circumstances of their deaths."

"..." again, Hal was silent.

"I'll be sending you in as a representative of this Unit, alongside an agent of mine." he told her.

"Quite frankly, the actions those... those... despicable THINGS have wrought to others? They deserve the worst." he reasoned, before pausing a moment, and looking at her.

"Do you think you're up to it?" he asked.

"Physically, that is." he clarified.

"Do you feel you could hold your own without any serious pain or repercussions?"

"I'll see about expediting your release, then." Hal told her.

"Once that is done, you can use the fitness centre we have here to loosen and limber up if you wish." he said further. "And I'll gather an agent to accompany you on this operation." he went on.

"...odds are he shall NOT interfere with whatever vengeance you wish to rain down on them." he mumbled.

"However, do try and restrain yourself, even if a little." he stated.

"Overextending is never a good thing."

Hal smirked.

"There is." he said. "A damn good one, too." he told her.

"Name a type of workout, we can accommodate for it." he went on. "Just let me speak with Dr. Edwards, and I'll see if you can't be released in the next hour or so." he continued.

"In the meantime, just hang tight." he then told her.

"We'll get you there to help take those bastards down." he promised.

Hal nodded in response.

"Fair enough." he replied. "Anyway, I'll speak with you later, nearer the time of the operation." he told her, before heading out.

What happened next was... a little weird for her. About 3 or 4 minutes later, she suddenly felt... great. She felt better than before, most certainly. Granted, she still felt the need to go to the fitness centre and work out a little, but now she felt she could really go full tilt and give herself some good exercise.

And then about a minute after that, Nate returned.

"And hello once more." he greeted her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Well, if you're feeling no soreness or residual pain or anything, then you're free to be released from the medical wing." Nate responded. "So, any ill effects or anything that you're feeling?" he asked.

"No, not at all." Sabrina responded.

"Well, then here you go." Nate responded, handing her a small box. "The clothing you were wearing when you came here, as well as a more casual change of clothing for you as well." he told her. "We saw the sizes on your clothing, and thought you might appreciate some fresh clothes alongside your fresh start." he reasoned.

"Feel free to get changed in here, and leave whatever clothes you don't need or want behind." he said.

"And... the hospital gown as well, obviously."

Nate's face immediately went red.

"N-n-no." he stammered.

"I'll l-leave you to your privacy!" he told her.

"There'll be an agent waiting for you outside the door when you're ready!" he then finished, before quickly leaving and shutting the door behind him.

He was clearly a bit of a young'un, an she could tell.

He got flustered VERY easily.

He looked over towards her when she spoke to him, and nodded.

"I am." he replied, pushing himself up off the wall and making his way over.

"Name's Ezekiel." he said. "Ezekiel LeBlanc." he introduced himself more fully. "But you can just call me Zeke." he then told her.

"And yeah, I'm here to show you around a bit." he confirmed.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Feelin' all right?"

"A pretty name. Suits you." Zeke responded.

"And yeah... it IS a biblical name. That's... not a coincidence." he said further. "My parents named me that on purpose." he chuckled, before shaking his head and clearing his throat.

"Anyway." he mumbled.

"If you're good to go, then we'll be off." he told her.

"I've been instructed to give you a small tour of the building, but specifically to show you were the cafeteria is, your dorm, and the fitness centre." he said further.

"There any place you'd prefer to END the tour at?' he asked.