Bile threatened to burn the back of Bridgetâ€™s throat as she did her best to get the horrible things she had seen in those rooms out of her mind. And she cursed her curiosity getting the better of her the moment she made the decision to look inside. Both the sight and smell made her hatred towards the Nazis burn deep inside her and she tightened her grip on her gun. Covering her mouth, she cringed, almost wanting to feel sorry for these beings that were obviously once human. She also felt that they should be put out of their misery since they were evidently suffering because of their existence. Why was it not surprising that the Nazis would do something so horrendous? It was horrifyingly disgusting. But she did not put much thought into it and instead used it as motivation to keep moving. Not only that but she was not given enough time to even think much about it to begin with as low voices could be heard further down the hall.<br/><br/>She took off after Jack once he ran towards the voices, unable to prevent him from doing something to reckless. At least she could be there to do something so he wouldnâ€™t get himself killed. While the voices could very well lead them in the right direction it wasnâ€™t wise to follow them blindly especially when they were this deep into the enemyâ€™s lair. What was being said to their prisoner was about as disgusting as these creatures; after all it took something disgusting to make something horrible and disgusting and so she did not blame Jack for picking up the pace in search of the voiceâ€™s source. The hallways thus far had been a little too quiet for comfort in terms of guards and she wanted to do all she could to be very careful when moving about.<br/><br/>The way that Nazi officer had so quickly thrown Jack to the ground made her jaw tense and she stared at the man in disgust when he aimed his gun at Jack. Beyond the Nazi, there was also a girl lying on the floor. Bridget had expected the girl to be naked but it seems Jack had interrupted before the man got that far with the poor girl.  Normally she would contemplate whether or not she should kill this man or keep him alive, try to get some information. Considering the man was about to kill Jack right now she had little time to react and the former was more appealing to her than the latter anyway. Hearing a Nazi talk made her sick no matter how valuable the information was whenever they found one who was easily broken and spilled his guts so to speak. If Jack died this mission was as good as over, she would prevent that at all costs to the best of her ability.<br/><br/>Coming up from behind the kraut as quietly as she could, knife in hand, not uttering a single word or even giving him time to shoot before she slit his throat. As the body hit the floor she looked from the woman then to Jack, smirking, â€œI thought the man was supposed to save the woman,â€ she spoke playfully, continuing to keep her voice down. â€œThough I guess the score is sort of even, you saved her and then I saved you.â€ The smirk on her expression faded completely once heavy footsteps could be heard at the other end of the hall. Tensing a bit, she dared to look out of the cell, discovering two men coming their way. A silent curse left her as she moved the body away from the door and then carefully pushed the door shut as quietly as possible, ducking out of sight from the guards passing by.<br/><br/>Their shadows passed by, but nobody looked in or they just didnâ€™t care to check on their prisoner. It was probably the latter judging from the horrible conditions down here. One would think that they would investigate a scream but with all the horrible and almost inhuman sounds floating around they probably just ignored it all.<br/><br/>Once they were gone she looked to Jack again, then once more to the girl the krauts were holding prisoner. Was she to be used in these experiments as well? Or maybe this girl, could she be Rosebaumâ€™s daughter? The Nazi had mentioned something about her â€˜fatherâ€™s usefulnessâ€™ so that only made sense but how was she to know for certain. Could she lead them to her father? They could start asking questions but the girl seemed to be a stubborn one and was probably terrified at the same time. Not a good combination when you were trying to perform a rescue operation. Either way, one down one to go, hopefully they could find Rosebaum and get out of here as quickly as possible. Bridget did her best not to show it, but how could she not hide the fact that this place made her sick.<br/><br/>She truly hated the Nazis, but she had to place her anger aside for now, not usually one to have much of an explosive temper anyway. â€œMiss, can you tell us where they are keeping your father?â€ She asked the woman in a calm, quiet tone. The footsteps were coming back their way.