This wasn't how it was supposed to be, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Suzume had been in a squadron of five men, and almost all of them were dead, she had been almost dead. It was only supposed to be a recon mission, in and out, get some information and leave. It didn't go that way. They had been attacked while they were leaving, two were dead immediately; Gozen and Suzuki. The attack had come from no where, and no one was ready when hey were suddenly thrown into battle. Each member dropped like a rock around her until it was her turn. She was. Early cut in two, collapsing to the ground and watching the last of her squad be decapitated. As she lay bleeding in the sand, tears came to her eyes. Her friends were all dead, she was next, and no word would ever be sent back to the Gotei about any of them. She had lost consciousness sometime midthought, and before she knew it, she was awake again, alive. She was no longer in the desert of Hueco Mundo, but in a large room. Turning her head, she found she was on a metal table, thick cuffs around her wrists and ankles to keep her down. She was no longer bleeding out, her wound closed up neatly with stitches; actually she was completely clean, hair still wet, she was devoid of dirt and blood, clothed in clothes she hadn't been wearing before.