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He got out of the car, and headed towards the front door. He didn't call ahead, but usually Kanan and Hera are around at this time of day. He knocked.
Once he was sure he heard a faint "Come in!" from Hera, he entered.
He sniffed around discreetly. A habit he couldn't get rid of. Weird. No food? He thought to himself. The house usually smells of food. He had a bad feeling about this. Before he could put more thought into this, Hera came around the corner.
"Ezra! You could have told us you were coming. I would've ha- Ezra? Something wrong?" She asked, at Ezra's zoned out look. "Huh-? I-... I'm alright. Just this bad feeling I've got today." Something was seriously wrong. He was never bothered like this unless there was imminent danger.
Kanan appeared out of the corner, looking distraught. "Ezra? I... I'm sorry." That was all he said, all he got to say before white and blue clad soldiers surrounded him, pouring out from the kitchen, upstairs, basement, everywhere.
Ezra's body switched into a full defensive stance, and immediately began scoping a way out of this trap. Windows... No. Too exposed. The back door? ...No, they would have made sure every possible exit was accounted for. He knew there was no way out of this, especially if Kanan and Hera were a part of it. But he had to try. Kanan and Hera... No. Not now. I need to get out of here first. But... maybe they didn't help willingly. Surely not. Right? They wouldn't...
He wasn't allowed any time for an emotional breakdown. As soon as he finished that thought, a 'pwang!' was heard from somewhere behind him and soon the nothingness of unconsciousness enveloped him.
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He regained consciousness, disoriented and confused, and with a massive headache. Wh-Where even am I? As if the universe wanted to spite him, everything came rushing back just then and his vision began to clear. Kanan and Hera.... Those troopers! I-I need to warn Ze-
He froze. In front of him stood Kanan and Hera, with a bald, middle-aged man with well defined features. He couldn't care less about him. He was fuming, as much as he could while half conscious. Before he could even formulate an accusation, the stranger spoke.
"Ezra Bridger. Or perhaps Agent Dev Morgon." He said with a sneer. "I am Captain Rex, and we need to talk."