Wolf rose, sitting up.

She peered down at her scantily clad body, which was now covered in the Nova Symbiote's gel-like surface.

Wolf felt the collar around her neck. It was still in tact.

"It didn't work," spoke Nissa Or'iel, "The symbiote didn't remove the collar like it was suppose to."

Wolf stood up, feeling rejuvenated from her deep sleep. Her wounds had healed over night. The dark black life-form covered Wolf's body, reminding her of the feel of her old battlesuit.

It was comforting but felt so different.

She placed her palm against her chest, feeling her heart. She had an abnormally slow heartbeat while wearing the Nova Symbiote.

"The feathered-men took Ama. They said they had a potential buyer," added Nissa, who sulked on the bench in the back of the dim-lit cell.

Wolf looked over at Nissa. Wolf almost looked genuinely worried for her safety.

"C’est vraiment des conneries. Will we still escape?" questioned Wolf.

"We can't. It's impossible, and even if we could- I'm not leaving without Ama," she demanded, standing up.

Wolf let out a smirk, "We will take back nos amis."

Nissa looked at Wolf puzzled, "What?", she questioned.

"Our friends, our friends...," Wolf corrected herself, "your female friend and my rifle. We will take them back."

"Ohhhh," replied Nissa, cluing in, "Yes, we must save Ama!"

"Will this gel still bust open the lock for us?" Wolf asked.

"Nope. Ama tried it while you were passed out. We are stuck."

"Flies in a web," Wolf huffed, "I guess we sit and wait."

"But... Ama..." Nissa approached Wolf, "we have to help her."

Wolf stood silent and idle, staring at the useless objects in the small cell.

"How?" Wolf questioned as she leaned over, plopping her bottom on the floor, "It's locked."

The two girls sat together in the cold, damp, dungeon, waiting in sullen silence.