Heath turned the oven on and looked angrily at Zoya but then turned his attention to Elvra almost immediately. "Sweetheart... I told you don't strain yourself," he said as he went immediately to her side and brought her to him "I'm going to take you upstairs so you can rest, I'll bring dinner up to you in an hour or so... just please I want you to rest... if not for you then do it for me, okay?" he asked stroking her face.<br/><br/>He picked her up in his arms and carried her gently upstairs and laid her down on the bed pulling a blanket over her "I'll be back to check on you, call me if you need something okay?" he said kissing her forehead as he went downstairs to confront Zoya. He looked her over and shook his head.<br/><br/>"Maybe I should have stripped you and left you out in the wilderness..." he said cruelly "That way I wouldn't be responsible for your death and I wouldn't have to deal with you." He looked at her "You really think you can get out of here?" he asked her "Alive?" he smirked "No enemy has left this city unless their in a body bag and if you think you can kill me or take my wife hostage you are dead wrong... you have only known me for awhile," he said as he turned his back to her "You do not know what I am capable of... why do you think that this city has prospered and is if anything one of the most secure rebel bases in the world... its because people have underestimated me ever since I was a boy... that is my advantage."<br/><br/>"You on the other hand... I can read like a book," he said "Right now you are trying to find the best strategy to get out of this city alive as well as know this exact location in order for you not only to escape but be extracted." He smiled again "Tell me, are you sure that your commanding officers will not give you up for dead?" he asked "Cause if I were in their place with thousands of troops and spies at my disposal I would probably not care about a spy being captured or dead... for all you know they probably have a statistic on your success on your mission to know where this place is," he said. He took the Kevlar that he still had on and threw it on the couch "How long will it take them to give you up for dead?" he asked "Days? Weeks?"