All Miles could really remember was wind. A strong wind in his office. 'Strange' he had told himself. He aso remembered a swirly portal-like matter before him. 'All a strange Dream' is what he thought in the darkness. His bed felt cold and hard, and a cold wind came over him. He opened his eyes and let out a quiet shout. He was in a small room, with lots of others around him. His head was resting against some cobblestones, and his suit was dirty, covered in mud. He slowly got up and crept towards the door. He rattled it slowly at first, but then harder, loudly, it's hinges groaned. He stopped and sat down. "What the hell?" He muttered.

Fire and death, everywhere one looked. Rebel fighters slumped against walls, blood trails glistening. Spent shell casings crunched underfoot. In the distance, a W.E.C dropship unleashed its fury against something solid - men screamed briefly and then all was quiet.

"Please," the man pleaded, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I have a family! I wasn't with the resistance! I was their prisoner!"

The Silencer tilted his head slightly to one side, and then raised his Pacifist Assault rifle and pointed it at the man's face.

"No, no wait!"

And then there was a bright flash, the Silencer felt himself pulled forwards into something, and at the same time his vision was taken by blackness.

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The room was cold and poorly lit. The Silencer looked left and right, sensing that he was not alone.

"In the name of the World Economic Consortium, identify yourselves," he said in a neutral, almost robotic tone.

No doubt the resistance had played some kind of trick on him, and if this was the case, he was going to tear their spines out.

"Johnny, we're almost at checkpoint! We're just about -"
Suddenly a blaring light blinds Gyro and he covers his eyes. His vision all blurred, dark and he felt quite nauseous. Gyro's vision becomes normal after a brief period of time, he clutches at his eyes to make sure everything is fine.
"Ah! What the.. Johnny, are you there! Careful this could be another enemy's stand!" Gyro snaps back into reality and is dumbfounded, he stands straight and his expression is puzzled. He senses a bunch other people with him; his eyes still getting used to this artificial light. He changes his stance and reaches for his steel balls. "What the.. My balls!" He exclaims, he looks around the room quite dazed. "D-did an enemy do this? Am I still in America? Respond if you can hear me, Hot Pants, Johnny?!"

Miles slighty jumped at the voice "In the name of the World Economic Consortium, identify yourselves." Was what it said. His head turned to look at the source of the voice. And red metal suit stood before him. "Huh?" He muttered, his voice stumbling. He straightened up, and instinctively glared at The Silencer. "Edgeworth, Miles Edgeworth. Prosector." Replied the cold Englishman. He heard another voice, talking to some 'Johnny' almost delirious-like. He snapped "Does this look like America to you, son? Anyways, who's Johnny?" He asked. His face showed no emotion. He had learned to always glare, for extra intimidation.

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Gyro rubs his eyes as he hears the voice speak to him. "Johnny's my partner, we were gonna win the Steel Ball Run! Haven't you heard about the race? I was close to the top of the leaderboard, I was gonna win the fifty million dollars!" He opens his eyes and sees a man glaring at him intimidatingly. "Anyway, who are you? Why are you asking stupid questions, what do you want from me? I don't have any Corpse parts. Did the president send you?" Gyro looks around and sees a person in a figure wearing some kind of big red armour. "You! Are you friend or foe? You look like you're in charge here Mr red suit!" Gyro turns slightly towards Miles. "Say, err.. We're trapped in here aren't we? That means I won't win the race, I'm gonna have to find who put us in here and give him a face full of my fist!"

Edgeworth fractionally puffed out his chest. "Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor at law. And I want nothing from you. Does it look like I'm holding us here? Am I waving a gun in your face yelling 'put 'em up! Hands in the air!' Please, I'm a lawyer not a heathen. What I want is to get out, I have a murder trial today and I'm not walking in under prepared! " His shook his head, his grey fringe waving about. "Yes, I believe we are trapped. So no race winning. And no punching, unless you want to get us all dead. Do you want yourself dead? No, you want that money, don't you?" A small smile crept up the side of his face. @anonzep

"I really need my steel balls, I could probably bust us out of this place in no time." Gyro turns his head, facing the Silencer and then Miles.
"Say, I guess we're all prisoners in this jail place.. My name's Gyro, Gyro Zeppeli. Hm, Miles you got anything on you? Just anything, a pen a rock perhaps? I could utilise the Spin to launch it at the door."

The Silencer was trained for many things. Highly sensitive insertions, hostage rescue, terrorist elimination, surgical strikes, zero-G combat - anything and everything that was concerned with bringing a fight to an enemy. What he saw before him though, was bewildering, forcing him to remain momentarily silent as he analysed his two 'Cell Mates'.

"A prosecutor?" He asked, "then the resistance has captured me. You must have put many of their comrades to the chair for them to have been so bold as to abduct a W.E.C prosecutor. Interesting."

Turning to what he understood to be a sportsman, the Silencer merely glared. "What use does the resistance have with one such as you? This makes little sense."

"Resistance? I have no idea what you're on about." Gyro gave the Silencer an awkward glance, unsure where to anchor his eyes. "Is it the resistance that has captured us? I have no clue on what's going on but we must work together!" Gyro turned to the Silencer and pat him on his back. "This makes little sense to me too Mr Metal man, we can definitely use some of your strength, looks like you have plenty." Gyro said in a sly tone. He looked around and noticed that there are lots more prisoners than he had noticed. He adjusted his hat and stroked his beard, he sighed and turned to Miles, still having his arm around the Silencer.
"Say, how about we use our proficiencies to our benefit and turn this joint upside down, Nyo-ho-ho!" Gyro laughs and glances at his other cell mates.

Lyron smiled as he saw the port. He was finally going to travel back and live with his sister once more. He then made his way towards the port and the ship that was heading towards Valm. All was peaceful and everyone was inside their homes celebrating the death of Grima. Despite Grima not being summoned there, per se, they all felt the chaos he summoned and thus had a celebration for his defeat.

But then there was a commanding voice and a portal opened. He was pulled in by this strange wind and everything went blank.

The next thing the Manakete knew was he was in what seems to be a cell. He looked around. Everything was dimly lit but he could perfectly hear other voices. He stood up and started to feel for his Divinestone. His eyes widened as he felt nothing on his pocket. His sealed power was gone. "Who took my stone!?" He angrily exclaimed but it wasn't aimed towards those inside. It was as if he was talking to some other force. Give it back!" It was the most important thing in the world for him, next to his sister. The lost of his stone made it easy for him to forget that he was in an unfamiliar terrain when he was just in his own continent just mere seconds ago.

Heavy looked at the massacre he was causing. "Who send all of these babies to fight?", he said and chuckled. He looked back. "You are great doct-" As soon as the D came out, the Medic's head came off, and Heavy became aware that Blu Demoman had respawned. "Nooo". Heavy scouted for the Demoman, even though scouting is not heavy's job. He turned around, and looked at the black cyclops. "Raaaaaaaargh" he yelled, but as he did, a swirling portal appeared, and Heavy was sucked in, leaving his team behind. Only blackness.

Heavy woke up on cold, stone floor. He looked at his clothes. "Heavy is.. dirty". He looked around and spotted various people in weird clothes. He was about to lay fire on them, but he realized he didn't have Sasha. "WHERE IS SASHA?" he yelled.

Ren held her dagger in her small hand, her green eyes glaring at the sleeping man in front of her. She slowly crept towards him, reading herself to make the kill. She raised her blade and aimed for his chest, but before it plunged into his flesh, a portal appeared behind her. Ren pivoted towards the source, now standing, wide-eyed at the thing before her. The force began to pull her in, but nothing else. In her panic, she grabbed a lamp, then was pulled inside.
In the unknown room she found herself in, Ren tucked away her dagger and held onto the lamp. Other's were in here with her, which wasn't a good sign. She slowly moved herself to what she thought was a corner, but blindly bumped into a rather large man who looked ready to tear her head off.
She hugged the lamp, unsure of what to do in this situation, since attempting to kill him didn't seem like the best thing to do at the moment.

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"Enough," the Silencer uttered, as the bizarre situation continued to escape his cognitive grasp. "Let's get out of here."

Looking over at what could only be described as a giant ape (the Heavy), the Silencer nodded at him. "You there, assist me in getting this door open."

Leaning his weight against the door, the Silencer started to push; metal creaked, and the hinges started to rattle under the pressure. He exerted more and more of his strength against it, pausing briefly to take in some more air, before having another go.

"This obstacle is robust, but it is not invincible," he remarked between grunts.

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"I don't believe breaking that door open would be a very good idea," Ren tilted her head to the side, "Sir?" she continued to hug the lamp as she moved away from both the door and the giant. At this point, she was just waiting for something to explode. That's when she noticed, her weapons were gone. Now the lamp in her hands was the only the reminder of home. Ren did not like this place, and she was unsure of how she felt about the others here. Her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and she found five others in the room. That was five too many.

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The Silencer stopped pushing for a moment, and turned his head slowly towards a red headed woman in strange attire. She held a lamp, and although passed for would have been beautiful, the only thing the Silencer saw was treachery.

"And how would you know, civilian? Are you familiar with this facility?" He asked, his left hand involuntarily moving towards his empty pistol holster. "Answer me quickly, that's an order."

Civilian?! Ren straightened herself and tucked the lamp under one arm. She looked the Silencer in what she figured was his eyes and glared. "From my experience with prisons, it's never a good idea to attempt to break out on your first day. This prison, looks to be more advanced than the ones I work with, so it would have more advanced ways to prevent a prisoner's escape," her glare seemed to drill a hole in his helmet, clearly showing her opinion towards this suit of armor ordering her around.

@Frengo

"Your concerns are noted, civilian," the Silencer responded, "but sometimes the last thing a captor expects, is for their captives to launch a fully fledged assault within hours of their incarceration. If we can eliminate this obstacle, then we just have to exterminate whoever awaits us on the other side."

He stood back to face the whole group, and placed his hands on his hips. "Look, for some reason the Resistance has gathered us all here. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I can tell you that they don't often let their prisoners live long." He patted his chest with a clenched fist. "My armor is made from the latest is cutting edge W.E.C ballistic materials. Once the door is open, you can all stay behind me. Do as I say, and you'll all make it out of here."

And into a W.E.C interrogation chamber.

The Silencer then motioned to the red head, "bring that light source over here, so that I can inspect this door. Every obstacle has a weak point, it's all a matter of finding it."

"It must be very different where you from, in my home, that's exactly what they expect," at his next request, Ren clutched her lamp to her chest. She carefully moved towards the door, still protectively holding the lamp she stole from her last target. Why am I so protective of a lamp that's not even mine? Ren thought as she flicked the lamp on and held it out for the man in red armor.

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After sobbing in the corner, Heavy slipped out of sadness, because Heavy is not baby, and thought that maybe Sasha was outside. When he was about to go get her, a woman bumped in to him. "Silly baby" He said. A red man called at him. "Oh, you on red too?" The heavy said, as he went to open the door.

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Gyro turns to Ren and says in a quite disconcerting tone. "I agree that the sooner we get out of this dump, the sooner we can get back to whatever we were doing. Fifty million dollars isn't going to win itself, eh?" He notices a very big and bald man get up, he heard him exclaim and he hurries towards him. "Say, big guy. Hand me one of those fine bullets around you and I'll assist you in finding this Sasha character!"
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