Zoya felt no remorse or pity when the large commander stopped abruptly at describing who the room was for. She knew it had to be for somebody close to him who had died otherwise the strong man wouldn’t have flinched like he was now.<br/>His office was the last of the places she wanted to spy around. If she could get a clear image of the layout of his village, she could tell the army commanders what to look for and what not if she had escaped.<br/><br/>That escape had just gotten a little easier as he told her he had a wife and combining that to his sudden stop, Zoya guessed the silence had something to do with her. Using his wife as a little leverage, escaping should be as easy as counting to three.<br/><br/>Then a jeep arrived and she was told to get in. She refused and struck the soldier trying to get her in full on the nose. Being trained in combat, she broke the nose on impact and sent the soldier down on the floor crying out in agony.<br/>“Get you capitalist hands off me,” she spat at him.<br/>