Arnold had been running for a couple hours now. He had found a house nearby that had all kinds of things that would be great for selling in the city. However shortly after grabbing everything he could in his satchel a glass jar of jam fell out onto the kitchen alerting the residents. The woman ran downstairs to make sure everything was ok, only to find a man sprinting out the front door with a large bag of her things over his shoulder.
She had called the M squad and let them know where she was and they had shown up by air nearly 3 minutes later finding him rather quickly. Two of the women of the squad had launched down behind him, while the other two flew overhead maintaining visibility of him. He had ran and ran but knew it was going to be futile as they could grab him in the city if they wished. Panting and out of breath he slowed to a crawl and the lead woman tackled him to the ground, bound him, and injected him with something. Shortly after he passed out and woke up much later in much different surrounding's than the flat lands around the cities walls.
Arnold woke up in a dark room 6X6X6, all cement walls and with a woman looking over him from a chair she was sitting on. She was about 5'9" with auburn hair pulled up in a ponytail. Her nametag said Espinoza, and she had a lovely rack. He was only slightly intimidated by her black boots, and woodland camo uniform that hugged her curves quite well.
Sighing she leaned over and asked, "why do you men always think your going to get away with theft, and crimes? you never do, and it is the reason you were put in the cities by yourself to die off anyways"?
Arnold tried to clear his head and come up with a good answer...