You had been on the run for only two weeks, yet were the most infamous enemy they'd ever known of-- more than Makarov. They tracked and stalked you, anything to get their hands on you just to interrogate what you did. You were their biggest threat, more than Makarov.

Though, you definitely weren't as slippery. You got caught, but you definitely put up a fight the whole way there. You thrashed and kicked and hit, even managing to escape and run a mile before being tackled. They had dragged you to the only remaining sergeant at Task Force 141. The others weren't dead, but rather on another mission.

You had been brought into Gaz's room, your hands handcuffed and mouth gagged, even a limp at your ankle. Gaz knew they hadn't been easy on you; he had requested that. So he was rather pleased to see how damaged you were.

"It's great to finally meet you," Gaz told you, taking a few closer steps even as you shrank from his touch. "I must say, you look much different than what I expected."