As Ray approached the Parabella facility, he froze, and stared at it's doors. After a few moments, several guards stepped out, and surrounded him. They shepherded Ray through the lobby, and into the reprogramming center. Ray spoke up, as he entered the center. "What are you doing!? What am I? And why do I see that symbol constantly!?" The employees laughed, and set Ray up in a machine as they spoke. "You're an R-51 Hollow Child, Ray. The perfect sleeper cell. Now that you know, though...I suppose your owners won't if your a little later, right?" Ray blinked, and looked at the employee, confused. "O-Owners? I'm a living being! You can't sell me!" The employee just laughed. "Hollow Children...they just don't understand. Anyway, those Dendarii mercs bought you ages ago. Oh well, better late than never, sunshine." They plugged several cables into his suit, and a helmet like apparatus fell over Ray's head. He went limp, as a sequence of numbers shut him down. The administrative group of Parabella sighed in relief, and the CEO picked up the phone. "I'm glad he's back, now. We've been with-holding this model for ages." He dialed the Dendarii mercenaries, hoping that they'd still take their order so late.