(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Veronica Downing</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the back of a crappy French car, driving somewhere.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Linda Tuchamba, Natalya Kobevko<br/><br/>Right. So that didn't work. It did hurt though. Like hell. I wasn't sure if I had broken my jaw or anything but it sure felt like it. The other three were being processed as we spoke and whatever was going on. I wasn't part of it. Then she kicked me in the midriff. The black bitch. This was the world upside down. The black being the free and the British being the slaves.<br/><br/>The kick had taken my breath away and as I gasped for breath while spitting blood on the floor I knew things weren't going to be pretty. But she wouldn't kill me. Chocolate wouldn't kill me cause dead slaves are useless and she needed a place to dump my body. Once I would be found there would be an investigation and they would come to her and I very much doubt her activities in the north of Africa are legal. She wanted me to be here even less than I wanted to be here. Hah. You messed with the wrong girl niggah bitch.<br/><br/>I kept trashing as I was held and tied up again and carried back to the car, which was indeed French, and tied me up so I couldn't move. Then the doors shut and it was dark. Finally I was alone and I could rest. I couldn't sleep I knew that much but I closed my eyes anyway, occasionally spitting some more blood onto the floor of the van. It dawned on me that I was in serious problems. My free life was over, whatever would happen. Either I'd be enslaved or, if I couldn't be trained, killed. I wasn't sure if there was something like prison sentences but I guess, being a woman, prison was even worse. I had to make sure that whoever would get me, was a person who was good and at least half human. The drive was uncomfortable in the back of the car, strapped to the walls but at least I was quiet. For now.