I follow my co-partner, while reluctantly dragging the captured MH. We infiltrated the Void—a series of old tunnels that are many feet underground. This girl was one of the very few Metahumans that went into hiding years ago. Due to improper identification, it is illegal for her to be out here.

“Why are you dragging your feet? Look, it’ll be easier for the both of us if you cooperate with me. Right, Derek-”

What? He’s gone. A low grumble echoes through the tunnels. This is bad. I’ve got no clue where I am and my partner is gone. On top of that, the signal from down here is non-existent.