Jake knew that Aedan would follow wherever Sierra was.

She wasn't safe anywhere. And she had info they needed.

So he did the only thing he could think of, and tackled Aedan to the floor, pinning her.

"Damn it." he cursed.

"This is too much." he said.

"Just stay the fuck down, Aedan." he told the zombie.

Jake tried his best to keep his composure, and keep her pinned, but eventually, she overpowered him.

He fell back some, and his eyes widened slightly.

"....no..." he said quietly.

"You, too..." he muttered.

"Both you AND Sierra...?" he said further, before shaking his head.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." he then cursed, as he tried to get to his feet again to properly keep her at bay.

"...right." was all Sharp replied with, before the call was ended.

"....Rylie?" Jake addressed the newcomer.

"What the...? What are you...?" he started to ask, before shaking his head.

"How...?" he muttered.

"What are you doing here?" he finally managed to ask.

"....." Jake was silent for a moment.

"Uh... well, I DO seem to be unable to move my legs properly..." he admitted.

"And... you knew the damage being done to me?" he asked.

"....wow. he muttered.

"I didn't think it was THAT bad..." he admitted.

"But yes, pretty sure she was intending to kill me."

"...she had help." Jake replied.

"It seems... Sierra murdered Azazel." he told her, gesturing to Sierra in the corner of the area.

"...but something's very wrong." he went on.

"I sense... drow mana in her." he told her further. "And in Aedan as well." he added.

"...and it feels... well... familiar." he went on.

"It... it almost feels like... Vanessa's."

"Well, you can... uh..." Jake stammered, before looking at the other two.

"Well, you can take Sierra to an interrogation room, and make sure she remains properly restrained." he told her. "I... would suggest doing the same thing to Aedan, but... to be honest, I'm not sure what her immediate future holds, considering what you just appear to have done." he then commented.

"As for me, personally?" he went on, before sighing.

"I need medical attention." he told her.

"Pretty damn sure both my legs are broken, and it hurts to breathe, so she probably broke a rib or two in me." he informed her. "As well as all the other, less grievous, injuries she dealt to me." he added.

"So if you could either do something about that immediately, get me to the medical wing, or get someone here to take care of that, that'd be peachy." he added with a smile... that had a definite undertone of pain and suffering to it.

"A bit." Jake replied.

"See, I need to tell Sharp-" he started to say, before the man himself showed up.

"What the hell's going on here!?" he asked.

"...speak of the devil." Jake muttered.

"Rylie, you tell him what you saw and did, and I'll give him the prior info, yeah?" he suggested to the woman.

Hal was silent for a moment, and just sighed.

"Right." he said.

"Rylie, help Jake deal with his pain, and we'll get him to the medical wing." he told her.

"I'll get someone to take Aedan to a room where we can properly restrain her." he continued.

"...and then I have a call to make." he muttered. "A call I'd rather NOT make..."

Hal nodded and called for some assistance. Within seconds, some others arrived.

"Take Agent Callimachi to a different interrogation room than Agent Gardner." he told them. "And please get Jake to the medical wing for immediate medical attention." he said.

They nodded, and with that, Hal left the area, before making his way to his office. Once there, he tapped his fingers on the desk, before sighing.

"Guess I might as well go the direct route." he said.

With that, he grabbed his phone, and dialled the number for Cassandra's phone.

"....." Hal was silent for a moment.

'Ah, right, it'd be unrecognised.' he realised mentally.

"Yes, this is Agent Hal Sharp, head of Special Unit 3, San Diego branch." he replied.

"I'm calling about a very serious matter." he told her.

He then paused to let her process this information, as he was sure she would have questions. So he held his tongue, despite wanting to unload everything on her right there and then.

There would be a LOT more information to process, and he didn't want to overdo this. After all, he needed to maintain a level of professionalism as well, until it became decidedly less professional, whomever initiated it.