Zoya woke up on the sofa. As soon as she realised she had been put to sleep, she jumped to her feet and felt her neck.<br/><br/>“Bastard,” she muttered as she looked around the room. It looked nice enough, even cosy had it not been for the fact there was nobody around. She walked to the kitchen and saw the broken plate on the ground. Zoya stepped on the plate and crushed the glass beneath her boots and waited for a reaction. Nothing.<br/>“Hello!?” she yelled. Again there was no responce and Zoya walked to the door. Could it really be this easy?<br/><br/>Her hopes were soon dashed as she felt the door was locked. Damn it. Then she walked to the window and just when she wanted to smash a chair through the glass she saw the woman with the baby standing on the terrace. The spy raised an eyebrow and put the chair down.<br/><br/>“Hello miss?” she said while knocking the window. When the lady didn’t respond she banged the window harder and spoke louder. There was no responce whatsoever and after while she gave up and walked around the house. She found the bedroom and next to it a fully decorated babyroom. Zoya automatically linked the babyroom to the baby on the woman’s arms at the terrace and figured the woman must be the commander’s wife. It would also explain why the woman wasn’t responding to her calls. She must have been instructed not to react.<br/><br/>Zoya walked down again and sat on the sofa waiting for somebody to come and get her.<br/>