The leader just laughed again.

"A shame." he said.

"For one as young as yourself to be so rotten and rebellious." he commented.

"At any rate..." he then muttered, before unlocking the eyewear, and letting it fall to the floor.

Once he did, her eyes met Jackson's, and she suddenly felt her body become stiff... immoveable and immobile. She suddenly felt the coldness overcoming her, and it felt like her skin was being coated with liquid stone... before she lost all feeling to her various body parts.

Then... she knew she had to abandon ship, as things started to become darker and darker for her.

Surprisingly, there was little to no resistance when she attempted to step into him.

However, when she entered, she found a MUCH different landscape within him.

Previously, when she had shared a body, Jackson's mind was far more inviting. It was more like a cozy home, that looked well-lived in comfortable and warm.

Now it was like a prison. Cold, empty and in disrepair.

And it almost seemed like a bit of a maze as well.

But she could sense... something. She could sense that she wasn't truly alone.

She didn't get a response. At least, not a clear one.

However, she thought she felt... something from inside the 'prison'.

Something that felt like a... spark. A glimmer.

But it faded as soon as she felt it.

Soon, she noticed that the goggles had been placed over Jackson's eyes again, and they were leading him away.

"Get him back to holding!" the leader barked.

When she arrived, she saw the man, working over a body on one of the tables, before stopping.

"...sooner than I had anticipated." he commented.

"Give me 5 minutes." he told her.

With that, he continued his work, picking up the pace a little, before stepping away from the body... that of a 20-year-old brunette woman.

"Go ahead." he seemed to say to the air.

"Prepped and ready."

"Oh?" the man asked.

"I suppose that's not surprising." he said.

"All right, what now?" he asked.

"What's your plan?" he asked her.

"If Jackson's working for them, he must have switched allegiances." he commented.

"Or worse." he then added.

"What do you plan to do with the info you currently have?"

The man was silent for a moment, before thinking.

"I.... no. No, I don't." he responded.

"But at the same time... maybe I do." he then said.

"I would need to get into contact with him and discuss it." he told her.

"Are you going to even attempt to save him?" he then asked.

"I need to know if I should be prepping a larger reserve for you."

"Take your time." he replied.

"This world can't get much worse than it is." he sighed.

He then made his way to his small desk, sat down at it, and started to think.

"......hm." he mumbled.

"Now... where could he be hiding...?" he wondered aloud.

As she said that, someone walking by paused, having heard that.

"Hm?" they muttered.

"What is?" they asked her, before looking at what she was looking at.

"I suppose so." they agreed.

"These statues are eyesores. Don't know why there's so many of them."

"....excuse me?" the person responded.

"Thanks to the order's efforts, humans are safer than ever." they said.

"We're no longer in danger of being killed by those unstable mutants." they went on, before pausing.

".........wait." they then said, backing up slightly.

"Wait... are you one of THEM? Or a sympathizer!?" they exclaimed.

"............" the person remained silent for a moment.

"That's... that's talk of a rebel!" they exclaimed.

"HELP! HELP!" they called out.

"REBEL SYMPATHIZER!" they yelled, as about 5 armed order guard came running.

"Freeze!" one ordered to Ana.

"Stay where you are!" they commanded further, as the person she had been speaking to took cover behind one of the statues.