As they approched Malta, Anna didn't know what to expect from the planet. The stories about it,
about the atmospher there. Would they all be true? I'm here now, nothing will change that.
The ramp of the Pelican slammed down. Seeing the stories were true, smiling a little as if it was a
dream. One horrible dream. Anne knew it wasn't a dream and felt the looks of the people clashing
against her.
Remained silent while some guards to her to the the administrative complex of naval yards. A bit
carried away in her own thoughts, thinking back on the times in New York, the times with Jake. This was inevitable. She thought. Settling in the room. Trying to think of the best answer she could
give when they would start the questioning.
The mask was killing her, when she was left alone in the room and the door closed. She pulled off
the mask throwing it into the corner of the room. A unusual smell approched her. Not that she cared
about it anymore. Sat down on one of the chairs digging in her mind about the event that had
happened. Thinking about this Samantha, she was totaly not what Anna expected from a Outcast.
Careless? or was it just bluff that part of the missiles at Barrier?
