Rafik regains consciousness and sees that he's in a moving van.
"Where the hell am I?!!."
Rafik shouts, noticing his hand is shackled.
He tries using his powers, to break out of the handcuffs.
"Don't try using your powers percenter...it won't work!."
A guard in a combat vest and a metal helmet says.
"The device on your head..blocks you from using it you damn percenter."
"They're right...I can't use my powers."
Rafik then realizes Trey isn't in the same van as him.
"Where's Trey?...Where the fuck is my friend!!."
"Mark my words..I'll kill all of you..I'll kill every single one of yo-."
He is then hit in the head..with the base of a gun by one of the guards.
"Oh my God..I thought he'll never shut up."
One of the guard says.
We then see a huge ship in front..which resembles something straight out of Star Wars.
"Urghhhh..where the hell am I now?."
Rafik says, opening his eyes to see himself strapped into a table.
"What the fuck!!...why am I strapped to a table."
Rafik says moving around..trying to get out.
"Oh my God a black percenter...it's been so long..I've not had a fresh one in years——y'all are good at hiding now."
A woman in a labcoat..with dark red hair and googles says.
"Who the fuck are you?."
"My identity doesn't matter..what's important is that I have a negro percenter in front of me."
The woman says holding up a surgical knife.
"Let me go please...I have a sister and a sick mother at home...you must have a family right."
Rafik says, trying to plead with her.
"I killed my entire family, when I was 15."
Rafik, says giving up hope.
"Chill...I'm not going to kill you."
Rafik, sighs a breath of relief.
"Oh..but I am going to hurt you."
She says, pulling out a bunch of needles and putting it into the machine in his head ....and starts collecting some sort of fluid from him.
Rafik shouts in pain.
Meanwhile we see Trey also strapped up to the same table in another room.
Trey says, confused upon seeing himself strapped to a table.
A short girl..in a white lab-coat says.
"Why am I chained..what's going on."
Trey says, struggling to move through the chains.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The girl says as she steps back from the table....jamming into another table Falling equipments down.
"Look it's ok...I didn't mean to scare you..you seem like a good girl..so why don't you come get this chains off me..and let's talk."
Trey says, softly talking to the girl.
"It's..it's fin-..shut the hell up..I don't need your damn apology...you fucking percenter!!"
The girl says..suddenly switching up her personality.
Trey says, genuinely confused.
She then puts the same needles into the device on Trey's head and begins collecting a sort of fluid from it.
Meanwhile we seen an office..with huge computer screens with a man and a woman looking at them.
"Sir don't you think this is going too far."
A woman says, talking to the man.
"This isn't what the chairman wanted..he didn't want them to be experimented on..he wanted to study them..to better understand them, to form a relation, not turn them into test subjects."
"You dare tell me..what I'm doing is wrong Becky!!!..do you have no respect for your boss!!."
The man says, shouting at Becky.
"I know but this is inhumane Malcom...they're also humans like us."
Becky says, hand to her chest shouting.
"Humans don't fly...Humans can't lift buildings...Humans can't control water."
He says, closing up towards her.
"These aren't humans Becky."
"That's enough, you insolent girl"
Malcom says, slapping her.
"Your father doesn't own this company anymore, you're lucky I'm even keeping you around."
"Now go and check up on test subject 0356...I don't trust that woman."
She then leaves the office.
"I'm just saying what's right!!."
"He can't test on them..they aren't animals."
She's about to say but it's interrupted by a feeling on her neck.
"Keep walking or I'll slice your neck open."
"Who is saying that?."
"You don't need to know who's saying this..you just need to feel the tip of the shard pressing your neck."
"And if you don't comply..it will soon be inside your neck."