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Operation: Kids.

Neteyam thought about her question. He knew better than to try and escape this place--it was too big of a maze, and he wouldn't be able to navigate his path out of there. So much for being a pathfinder over radio. "Dad and Ma will come," he said seriously, "I know they will. We will wait for them."   

Kiri sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Then we wait for them, however long it takes."

Aware of the girl sitting next to him, Neteyam cast Fe'ya a gentle stare. "And we'll get you home, safe and sound. I promise." 

She smiled under his gaze. Then, she placed her head on his shoulder, inching her body up against his side. A rush of warmth flushed through Neteyam and he no longer felt cold in the freezing, sterile room. She was cuddled against him, her silky hair the scent of ocean water and forest. Slowly, as if he were about to touch a feather, he rested his head on hers. 

Their moment was interrupted by the rude banging of the door opening. Quaritch marched through the entrance. 

Neteyam rushed to his feet and stood in front of his siblings and Fe'ya. He made sure the demon could see the knife in his hand by thrusting it out before him, his lip curling up.

Quaritch chuckled evilly, eyeing the blood on the floor. "You're a tough cookie, I'll tell you that, kid. I respect protectiveness and self-sacrifice. I can get on board with that." The man placed the tip of his boot over the red splotches, his expression hardening. "However, you just killed Fike. He was my family, and you just shot him in the head like a pesky fly."

He met Neteyam's eyes. "You are coming with me."

Quaritch came forward and snatched Neteyam's arm, befwhat wore gripping his wrist that was holding the knife. Quaritch snapped Neteyam's forearm like a twig. The blade fell from his hand, and he screamed in agony, trying to yank out of his hold, jerking his body back as hard as he was capable of. White-hot pain pulsed up Neteyam's arm.  

To Neteyam's horror, Lo'ak lurched forward and shoved Quaritch forcefully, yet the man just growled and took a pistol out of his holster. He aimed it at Lo'ak, who froze in his tracks.  

Neteyam squirmed in Quaritch's grip, "No, no! Don't hurt him, please don't hurt him!" As he was yelling, his words morphed into a pained groan. His gaze was fixed on his brother, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed his arm was snapped and shaped like an s. 

The man was shaking with anger. "I will not hesitate to kill your brother if you relent me one for time. You will come with me, or they'll all pay the price." He nods his head towards Fe'ya and Kiri, who had gotten up to help Neteyam.  Kiri stared him down, shaking her head, pleading for him not to go. "Please, no."

When Quaritch led Neteyam away again, he didn't falter to follow him out the door. He was guided through labs and long, white highways. Even from inside this prison, Neteyam could smell the scent off the forest outside. Eventually, Quaritch led him to a huge garage-life Wherehouse, where a bunch of sky-people were driving inside tall, big machines.   

Helicopters were parked in the Wherehouse, with big yellow machines that drove about carrying boxes, tools, and much more. Next thing Neteyam knew, he was brought to a woman in one of the wall machines. 

"Colonel, what do we have here?" She asks, sipping her drink. "This the wild one?"

Quaritch nodded, digging his nails into the teenager's skin. Neteyam felt like passing out. He didn't fully know what was going on. His vision was blurry and distorted. "Yes, this is the wild one. I decided to separate him from his brothers and sister. He won't let us near em', and it just creates a lot less problems for us."