The scene of the accident was a disaster. Pieces of steels and concrete were everywhere. The sky was filled with choking black smokes. The air was acidic. Clouds dipped low as if they mourned the loss of lives that were within the building when the explosion had happened. A gigantic crater about two kilometers across in diameter was visible. Fire raged all over the place, their hot hands waving in the air, hoping to touch something with their deadly hold. Their voices cried out with crackling sounds. Trees were blown apart. Their branches were either stuck in the blackened soil, or they were on the ground somewhere within a mile radius. Bodies were all over the place, cold and lifeless. Some of the corpses, their limbs were severed, while the others were so damaged that you couldn't even make out who was who. Naiomi gasped as she approached the area with her squad car. It was total bloodshed. It was gruesome. Never had she saw such a tragedy.

As she parked her hover car, Naiomi saw at least twenty people working around the terrain. She frowned. Nobody should be there yet. At least, not that fast. While walking hurriedly to one of the men, she looked around the place. God, was it horrible. What was it that had set off an explosion the size of a nuclear warhead?

Bending down, she avoided the yellow warning tape that surrounded the area. One of the men saw her. He scowled something inaudible. The female police paid no heed to the expression on the guy's face.

"Who are you? You are not authorized here!" he yelled as his right hand moved over to his Hyper Gun. "We don't need any nosy civilian here, especially a black girl."

He wore a dark colored sunglasses. An earpiece was in his right ear. He wore a black suit with a black tie and a pair of black shoes. He looked as if he was some kind of important agency. He had a golden spiky hair. He was tall, very tall. About six foot seven.

Flashing out her badge, Naiomi rolled her eyes. "Very mature. I am from the Tyr Department. My Chief told me to come here, to see if I can be of some help or not."

Grunting, the tall man eyed her suspiciously. "Yea? We'll see."

Shooting a look of disgust, Naiomi pushed him aside. "Who are you? What agency are you working for?" She took cautious not to step on any of the bodies.

Reluctantly, the man answered sharply, "My name is John Rean. I am from the Protro NSA. We have been asked to come here by the military commander six miles away from the scene. I believe he called himself, Mak."

"Mak..." Naiomi repeated the word. "So what've we got?" She took a clipboard from another NSA officer. He gave a dangerous look at her before walking off with a fit.

Stopping in front of her, John placed his hands at his hip. "Look. We got no requests from some mini agency, all right? You are not even supposed to be here."

"Well, I am here, aren't I?"

"And I am asking you to leave. Now." John's face turned dark.

"Not until I learned about what is going on here. Why are you guys surveying the site so fast? Normally, your fat ass are so freaking huge that it would take you people at least forty-eight hours to inspect certain incidents."

The NSA member's face turned red with anger. "I am telling you to leave right now! This is an investigation that does not concern you!" He yelled over the chopper's noise.

"What are you going to do? Arrest me?" Naiomi yelled. Her hair flew out behind her head, as the helicopter was landing not too far away from them.

"If I have to, yes!"

People were clearing away from the transportation as the door on the copter opened up. Another officer jumped onto the soggy ground with two more guards. All of them wore black suits with dark sunglasses.

"What's the situation?" the newcomer asked as he glanced at his henchman. Apparently, he was in charge of the operation.

"Nothing, sir," John replied as he shot an annoyed glance at Naiomi.

Looking at her, the officer asked: "Who's she?"

"Just some cop. And she is leaving, now!"

Sighing, she shook her head. "You men sicken me. No wonder the unsettled chaos is still around, because you people do not do your job very well." She stalked back toward her car. Glancing over her shoulder, she spat on the ground. "I am leaving. You guys can report to my Chief in Tyr, and tell him just how ignorant you are."

Fuming, John muttered a swear word under his breath. "Who does she think she is?"

"Oh. Just a cop with six medals for doing outstanding jobs, bravery, so on and so forth."

Stunned, he glanced at his superior. "Captain Urch, are you sure?"

Laughing, his eyes were on the retreating figure. "Oh yeah. Definitely..."

Back into her car vehicle, Naiomi slammed her hands onto her steering wheel. Taking a few moments to relax, she contemplated about what she should do now. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Before she could turn around to inspect, a hand covered her mouth.

"Don't yell. Please. Don't yell, don't make any sudden movements." A voice slightly deep and smooth told her. "Drive."

"Uhmmph mmoohfph!" She shook her head and said something.

"Once I let go, don't scream. I need your help."

She nodded. Then the hand slipped away. She sighed a relief. Finally, wheeling around, she glared at the person in the back seat.

I groaned with tiredness as we flew across the highway. Even though I am beat, but I still couldn't avert my eyes away from the serene scene outside the car. The ocean was so blue, so... I didn't know how to describe it. I guessed I could say that it was alluring. Birds. I could see animals flying in the orange sky, with pale clouds hovering aimlessly with no specific destination. This was the first time that I felt... free. All those years within the solid concretes, I was totally awed by the display around me.

She saw me glancing like a child lost in a candy store. I cleared my throat and forced my face away from the window. The car was quiet, even though its speed was the fastest that I had ever seen.

"So you have a name? My name is Naiomi Goden," she asked when she set the control to autopilot.

"My name is Jake Zero-" I stopped, thinking for a while before continue on. "Yeah. My name is Jake."

"Jake...?" she let the word drifted, lifting her eyebrow, she expected me to say more.

"Just Jake. I don't have a second name."

She stared at me as if I am an alien. "You don't have a last name?"

I tilted my head. I was confused. "What's a 'last name'?"

Moaning, she leaned back into her driver's seat. "Oh great. Somehow I picked up a guy that doesn't know what a last name is!" I heard what she mumbled. Then, she faced me again. "How old are you?"

"What?"

"Your age. How old are you?"

I grimaced. I didn't know what she was talking about. None of the doctors in the complex told me much about anything. "Age? What is that?"

Laughing with defeat, she placed a hand on her forehead. "I am nineteen years old. That's my age. How old are you? Are you eighteen? Seventeen? You looked like you are seventeen."

"I don't know. I don't have an age."

A car roared passed us with a thundering noise. I ducked under the seat instantly. I closed my eyes and my body trembled. After what seemed like ages, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and glanced up. She was comforting me.