The Agent's were slightly confused when they set eyes on the figure that they thought to be Arsenal, they didn't remember him having a pitch black face and they never guessed that it was the blood of the dead gazelle next to him.
"It's dead." Arsenal said and stood to his feet.
"How much will I get for this?" He asked again but the agents did not respond. Surely the man in front of them wasn't the same person that escaped the facility, even his voice was different.
"Hello? Won't you say something?" Before Arsenal could finish his words, they brushed past him and started walking further into the reserve, toward the field where Arsenal had first seen the gazelle.
"These people are so strange," He sighed, and began looking around, hoping to find one of those buttons that the agent at the gazebo told him about.
