Far above the hellish scene was an observation deck built inside the base surrounding the camp. Sitting in the edge of his seat in his well-furnished office was Colonel Harold W. MacArnold, Commander of the Military Holding Falicity known as Apoxus-11 located in the deserts of the Mid-American Region. His wrinkled face was sweaty and flustered as he viewed the riot form bellow and his ears were filled with the hallow clicking of keyboards form the gentlemen next to him. He had a very distrubing feeling form the whole commission form the start especially this agent-type the pentagon send in to 'observe experimental personally' What the hell did that mean!? He had thought orginally these prisoners were a bunch of convicts being used for top secret scientific breakthroughs.. But the commander was starting to think his men and himself were the real gunnie pigs.

"What in god's good earth is going on Eagle!?" he demand of this mysterous guest "You told us that these men and women were people being transfered form the most violent prisons in America! We had no idea of their true potienal destruction of even a single individual of this group!" he protested. The man continued to type on his personal tap-top paying no attention to the officer or the scene bellow. He was a man in his late twenties, with a short thick brown head of hair and dull brown eyes. He wore a very formal suit and a pair of shades were neatly tucked into his pocket. Despite his lack of eye contact he had the edicate to answer the officer's question. "Most of the prisoner personals were depowered and supressed mutated due to the sensor emitters our people were kind enough to install Colonel. We had full faith that the Untied States Army was able to handle the situtation as if they were handling a group of unarmed Civilain personal. .I now see that faith was misplaced. ." he told him. With a few more clicks he continued his speech "I am also dissapointed the U.S. Army had to use the most lethal and brutal of force in a suprizingly fetal attempt to subdue the rioters. .I find this hold ordeal to be due to sloppy organization at the highest levels of command at this falicity." he said knowing full well the Colonel was the highest level of command in this base.

The Colonel was bright red with rage, men and women were dying and this washington pen pusher was critizing his methods!? If he wasn't kept out of the damn loop half the time this might have been prevented! As he gripped the arm of his chair he spoke "I don't suppose you have an effective military stragety to subdue to this out-break MR. EAGLE!" he told the man, emphazing on his lack of military rank and lack of military exprience. The man paused for a moment, grasping his left ear and listening carefully to a set of instructions. "There is a reason our own were assigned to the electric inking process of this project Colonel, a Reason I am disappointed to have to reveal to you now.." he told the Colonel as he then opened a program in his own Lap-Top.

The Military officer was somewhat confused, before he felt a large orange tint filled the viewing screen. He shielded his eyes for a moment hearing the screams of a dozen people even form the sound-resitance glass before him. When the blur cleared his eyes widden as he saw dozen of prison personal bodies on the floor glowing a thick bright orange hue. The soldiers around the scene paralyze at the scene completely unsure what was going on as they check on the status of the motionless-dead like people. He turned to the man in pure fear not knowing what in the world he was truly capable of. "Ar-Are they-!?" before he could finish his own setentance the man spoke. "No Colonel MacArnold, the prisoner personal are not dead. .I simply activated an electricall chemical reaction form the highly expensive encoded ink form their tattoos."“ the man uttered. He reached over for his sup of boiling hot coffee sipping the drink down with ease. “We had a number of things probed into their system in case something like this ever happened. A scenario which 54 tattoos are now completely useless due to the rash actions of the Untied States Army. .Totaling to a lose of over 30 Million dollars form Uncle Sam per person..”

He had activated this system on the riot scene itself, the radius of the signal could only cover so much. “Also, this system allows us to track down any prisoner that might have chosen to escape while your men were shooting like blind madmen.” The Colonel could only guess what kind of system the man was viewing on his lap-top now as the one known as “Eagle” finally turned to him. “There are a few stragglers outside riot field, I trust your men are capable in picking them up and the bodies of the rioters.” He informed the officer “There is another matter, it appears a collection of prisoners have now broken into one of the armories not to far form the camp grounds.. Seeing that the situation has tumbled far form your control.. I am afraid I will have to see to this personally.. I want some teams surrounding the armory so they don’t escape before I arrive.” He ordered the Colonel.

The Colonel was speechless, staring back at the scene. Money, Chemical Electrical ink, tracking devices this man was a freaking Nazi! He stared at him as he saw him pace out of the room “I’ll… Get right on it.” He told the man known as “Eagle”. As Eagle entered the elevator he spoke to the Colonel for the last time “Oh, and by the way Colonel its AGENT Eagle… I will hope you use the correct edicate in the future.” He informed the officer who was pale and shocked form his seat. Agent Eagle fixed his tie as he drank more of the hot boiling black coffee. He hated dealing with these sluggish military hot-heads, feeling more like a babysitter having to clean up some idiot’s mess. “I wonder if Luceal is having the same kind of troubles.” He mumbled to himself taking out his pair of shades before emerging out of the elevator.

---Inside the Camp---
Arthur was hiding in a corner outside the field of the riot when his eyes were blinded by a great orange flash.. Before his vision returned to him he saw to his horror an entire field of glowing orange bodies now laying motionless on the floor and the soldiers who were clearly scared out of their boots by the unholy power before them. The woman on the intercom was talking forgetting to turn it off. Oh my god.. What.. What just happen… Oh my god… the older voice uttered… All of a sudden another voice took her place Attention, All Military Personal devices will be uploaded to your personalize GPS computers.. These will locate all prisoners within the camp that are not fetalized.. Your current orders are to retrieve these remainding stagglers. .that is all. the voice instructed. It was to Arthur’s shock when he releazied that was the same voice of the woman form the car!