To say that Avis was surprised by the arrival of a notorious Agent Gray was an exaggeration.  In fact, it seemed to make sense why a dangerous agent such as her was being sent out.  The shock collars around their necks was not only used to keep the metahumans under control, but it was also employed as a tool for assassinating targets who are deemed too dangerous.  The young lad was willing to bet that the reason they sent a dangerous mutant out was because they were all just waiting for a chance for her to display any signs of rebellion, effectively giving the handlers legitimate excuse to execute her.  The handlers performed the same scheme against Avis when the younger agent had been first sent out to the field.  His ability to suppress anything in front of him was dangerous on its own, and they wanted to see whether Avis would rebel against the agents.  Fortunately, Avis was not slain until this day.

So, if anything, Avis understood at least a little bit of Gray's predicament-- as far as he believed.  So, like a good little boy, Avis got inside the APC, sat down at the seat nearest to the front.  This way, he had a tactical advantage of seeing everyone inside the vehicle, allowing him to suppress any signs of mutiny-- a rather paranoid advice given to him by Thorne.  But, when Gray sat directly opposite of him, for some reason, any urges of sleep and rest left Avis.  Deep, red and grey eyes seemed to linger in his mind as the sullen agent's solemn gaze haunted Avis.  Her eyes, though dull and lifeless, seemed to hold a long story behind it which could have turned her into the silent, anti-social agent that she was now.  He remembered some of the captured metahumans-- they would first enter the facility kicking and hostile, an unquenchable fire in their eyes.  But, a few weeks would pass, and Avis would see the same prisoner just as he was being sent out with Thorne.  Broken.  Whatever torture and experiments were done to them by the crackheads at the DMA slaughtered their fighting spirit, and turned them into mere shells of the humanity they once possessed.

It was sad.  But, it was reality.

It was also a reality that Gray refused to avert her gaze as she just sat silent.  "I like your eyes,"  Avis said, his voice calm and cool.  "Reminds me of my old life."  A gentle smile formed on his lips as the young lad reminisced on the days before his arrest.  "But, for some reason, we're all prisoners now."  Delicate, hesitant fingers fluttered over the deadly shock collar coiled around Avis' neck as the boy planted feathery touches on his deathtrap.  "However, there's always hope.  Life's only sweet promise."

And, Avis fell silent for the remainder of the trip as he leaned against the steel wall of the APC; his eyes continued to roam over the other people inside:  a sleeping Thorne, a busy Dr. Carson, and a sullen Gray.  They weren't much, but they were a team.

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Roughly four hours passed before the APC came to a halt.  Immediately, Dr. Carson ushered the agents out as Avis hopped willingly out of the cramped vehicle.  His eyes roved over the wrecks of the ambush spot, spotting another agent not too far down the road while an unknown, albeit suspicious metahuman who was all too willing to reveal her identity to them.  If there anything the DMA made Avis understand, it was the fact that cooperative metahumans were just psychos hiding their knives behind their backs, just waiting for the proper time to stab the scientists in the back.  And, if this happy-go-lucky gifted was expecting a kind treatment because of her willingness to get captured, then, she'd never been more mistaken than the violent Type 2 who volunteered to be paired up against Avis when the DMA were still testing his abilities.  She'd soon find out the horrors of the DMA-- the same horrors Avis went through.  At the surge of memories, the young agent unconsciously placed a protective hand over the long scar that outlined his abdomen which was the result of one of their 'experiments'.

"Sergeant Thorne,"  Avis softly called to his officer as he wiped away the annoying bangs that fell in front of his eyes.  "I've got [i]it[/i] in my sights.  Standing by for orders."  His eyes trained on the young looking woman in a combination of strange clothing.

She was a weird one, Avis would say.

"You're an interesting one!"  Avis grinned before taking a step forward.  "It's not everyday people come looking for us; they often run the other way."  [i]And, for good reasons.[/i] Avis thought to himself before releasing a soft chuckle.  "So, what's your name?  I'm called Eyes, agent of the DMA."  [i]Oh, and it's better that you start running before I'm forced to catch you.  Trust me, you don't want to be experimented on.[/i]