She was being transported be the CM to the LAST place she wanted to be right now; the Sector Z Pennitary would be better than where she was going.
"Never thought it'd turn out like this," she whispered. "Never thought I'd be a prinsoner on the Great Fox III."

"Ok team, the rules can be boiled down to these three points. One, do not treat her like a member of the team," Marcus eyed Cheyenne who raised her eyebrows and looked away. "Two, don't trust her or let her trick you into anything. Three, we need to get her broken down enough to get any information she has. I have a feeling it won't be easy, so we'll try to take it slow. Once we know everything, she's gonna be shipped off to the Sector Z Pennitary."
"SIR, THE CM ARE HERE," announced R.O.B. Mrcus turned around and stood up straight.
"Coming R.O.B."
He walked through the doorway and Cheyenne and Fred followed him. Falco was currently on a buissness trip to Titan.
The team entered the command room to find four CM officers, two of which had a red vixen by the arms.
"Commander McCloud," they saluted,"here's the prisoner. Inform us when you are ready for the next transportation."
They saluted again and followed R.O.B. out of the room. An akward silence ensued.
The red fox's hair was messy and tangled, the makeup from the seige of the Embassy was still on her face, though smeared and faded, and she wore the same black and red torn and ripped bodysuit. Altogether, she looked dirty and unattractive.
Marcus stood thinking of how to explain to the vixen the situation and what they expected, and Fred stood shifting feet. Cheyene, kind heart she had, couldn't bear seeing the look of embarrassment and akwardness of the poor girl's face, regardless of the fact she was a criminal.
"What's your name?" She asked the vixen with a smile. Without looking up, she replied.
"Scarlet."