"We need to get her heart beating again," the Colonel said as the doctors worked at reviving the dead girl, "She isn't a normal human girl and we need to get answers".

"We are doing the best we can but she has been dead for a day, I don't think there is any way that we can revive her," one of the doctors replied.

No sooner had he said that when another doctor pressed the shockers into the girl's chest. With a beep the girl's body jumped from the shock. The heart monitor began beeping and the girl began to breath.

She opened her eyes slowly and stared up at the doctors with light green eyes.

Colonel Williams stared at Jordan from across the room and attempted to smile. Jordan glared at him with hard, cold, green eyes. He leaned back and sighed. Jordan had been brought back to life only a couple of hours ago and instead of being grateful she had sat there, staring coldly. For the last hour, Colonel Williams had been attempting to get Jordan to help him find Ali. But she had, so far, told him nothing. He decided for now that he would just let her go and hope that she would lead them to where Ali was hiding.

"I don't think you are going to be much more help to me Jordan. So I have decided to let you go," the Colonel finally said.

Jordan narrowed her eyes as she stared at him. He leaned forward and un-cuffed her hands from the arms of the chair. She rubbed some feeling back into her wrists and then hurried to the door. She flung the door open and turned left down the hallway. But a voice said behind her, "The exit is the other way. Take a left and then go through the lobby, past the receptionist and your clear to the mountains."

Jordan looked back at him and gave a slight smile. She ran down the way he described and found herself outside the building staring at some mountains. She thought that it would be a little hard to get back to the orphanage before nightfall. She looked to her right and saw a dirt bike. She climbed on awkwardly and looked for an ignition key. She smiled when she saw that there was a key still in the ignition. She turned it on quickly and the motor let out a roar. She spied a helmet near the bike and placed it on her head, clipping the straps under her chin. Then, taking a deep breath she revved the engine and shifted it into gear. The bike let out another roar and jerked forward.

The bike shot forward and Jordan struggled to get control before she crashed. She quickly put the brakes on and the bike slowed down to a stop. She let out a ragged breath and stared the engine slowly this time, giving gas to it gradually.