The instant his bulk was no longer holding her down she rolled to the side and sprung into a low crouch, her eyes locked on the man.  Minor twitches in his muscles and barely imperceptible changes in his breathing betrayed his intentions for Benson in the milliseconds before the dead body dropped to the ground.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked downward to the body before moving back to the muscular man as he examined the gun.  His behavior was odd.  It made no sense to discard a weapon especially not one that allowed a person to dispatch an enemy from a distance.  Her brain calculated the distance between herself and the gun.  His loss was going to be her gain.  Nowak hadn’t permitted her to have a gun but here was an easy way to acquire one.<br/><br/>He spoke, asking her two simple questions.  The first she ignored for two reasons - first, she didn’t want to tell him her name right away, not after he tackled her and second, she wasn’t quite sure she knew who she really was anymore.  The second question was much easier to answer.  “They want you dead,” she replied as she straightened from her crouched position.  It was the obvious answer but it was the answer to his question.<br/><br/>Minute shifts of her weight and slides of her feet set her in motion on her way to the discarded gun.  Clara wasn’t stupid.  She knew she’d never be able to take him on in hand-to-hand combat if it came down to that.  Only her curiosity about who, and<i>what</i>, he was kept her from launching herself at the gun.<br/><br/>“Who are<i>you</i>and what do you want?  You don’t belong here.  This isn’t a place for a hike or a walk.”  Besides the alarm system, the area was surrounded by razor wire and electric fencing dotted with ‘No Trespassing’ signs threatening federal action for violators.