Delta 1

Freya

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It's been a rough week. I cried for, begged, and stole money. I hated stealing, but I really needed food. That didn't stop the pang of guilt, though. 

I tried to talk as little as possible. I know that most of these people were just common citizens, but I still felt like they were about to find out who I was and where I came from. I would be punished for 'spying.' It was just a repeat of The Tejivian Invasion, where Tazendra got information that they might be thinking of launching a bomb. We fought back, only to realize there was no bomb. The person who'd told us there was one was just a corrupt politician who wanted to be even richer. For years after that, the two countries were wary of each other, planting tracking devices, cameras, amd sensors wherever they went. God, I hated this place. I hated these people. They should all die for their crimes against my country.

I felt like my tan skin was going to give me away. Sure, there were some people in Kyrzenia who lived by the border that had darker skin, but the majority here were super pale. The closer into the heart of the country, the colder it got. The farther from the center, the hotter. This place was weird as fuck, everything about it. And dangerous. Not just for me. There were criminals -- thieves -- everywhere.

They were mostly around the city, and normally I would avoid cities, but there were more people in big cities. I cold almost imagine Conner saying "yes, captain obvious. There are a lot of people in big cities."

I rolled me eyes, smiling, but my heart ached. I missed him in a way I never thought I would miss anyone.

"Oof." I smacked right into someone wearing a dark brown uniform. "I'm sorry I wasn't looking-" Wait. Brown uniform. Shit shit shit shit shit, I thought, starting to back away in the least suspicious manner I could manage. "Sorry," I repeated.

He opened his mouth, hand reaching for his gun, and I swore, breaking into a sprint. Just my luck I bump into one of the Enforcers. So fucking typical.

I feel a hand yanking arm, wrenching me to a stop. The sudden lack of movement nearly had me tripping as a normal citizen caught me. "Sir, I believe this is who you were chasing?" Her voice was like a question. The Enforcer nodded. "Thank you ma'am."

I glared daggers at her as my hands were tied behind my back, none too gently. She made herself scarce. I really hated these people. Well, now I had to try to get out of this situation. I was panicking. I had no idea how to.

I supposed I could just try to sound as Kyrzenian as I could? The accent was pretty similar to Tazendra, just slightly fancier sounding. It wasn't too hard to mimic, so maybe I could pass off as a citizen.

I scowled, doing my best to sound fancy. That wasn't eally the correct word to describe the accent, I just didn't really know a word to correctly fit it. "Sir, I demand to know why you're dong this." 

"Honey," He said, caressing my cheek. "You know exactly why." I leaned as far from him as possible, wanting to smack his hand away from my face. Not being able to made me feel sick. I knew I was good looking, sometimes that even came to my advantage. People, males especially, loved the combination of tan skin, hazel eyes, and dark brown hair. 

It also made me the target for sleezball old men like this guy.

He also made it clear my plan failed. He leaned in closer. "What's a pretty Tazendran girl doing here? A bit of spying?" 

"What would I have to spy on here, except a bunch of old people shopping?" That was the wring thing to say. His eyes flattened, and he started directing me towards his shuttle. They're like ships, but go on high speeds on ground. 

More Enforcers poured out, grabbing me, amd dumping me into the back of the shuttle. There were no windows, but I could feel it start to move, picking up more and more speed, until we finally arrived at the prison. They wouldn't take me down immediately, I'd be interrogated first. That much I knew, but after that, I couldn't be sure. They might even just kill me. Kyrzenia was known to be harsh.

I was seated at a desk. When I say 'seated,' I mean shoved into a chair roughly. An Enforcer with a tom of badges sat down opposite to me. "Why are you here?"

I was honestly surprised about the bluntness he questioned me with. I didn't know what I really expected, but this wasn't it. At least this question I could answer honestly though. "I was kicked out of my country."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure."

His jaw clenched. "For every lie you tell, a finger will be broken. Starting with now." I gaped at him. I was telling the truth! But I guess it sounded stupid. My hand was grasped, my pointer finger being bent back uncomfortably. I pulled back, but his grip was like iron. "Stop! I'm telling the truth!"

Snap! I screamed, pain ripping through me, tears filling my vision.

He tried a different approach. "What's Tazendra planning?"

I shook my head, not wanting to give anything away, "I don't know, I-" Snap! I screamed again, tears slipping down my cheeks. He started bending another back, and I sobbed, "Okay, Okay! Fine. We're getting a weapons and missiles supply. It's coming in a month. They want to end Kyrzenia, blow up the capital, end this war once and for all. I don't know who's supplying all of this! Please, I really, really don't. Please don't hurt me. Please." I didn't care if I was begging at this point.

I talked big and claimed that breaking bones wasn't even that painful, but I'd never broken anything before today. It hurt a lot more than I thought it would.

"Take her to one of the cells. No one else will be in it," The Enforcer ordered. A much younger, slightly scared looking one came up to me and started leading me downstairs. I didn't have the energy to fight back.

I was starving, abandoned, basically tortured, and just betrayed my country. "You've been very helpful today. Continue this, and you might just make it out of here," I heard the one with the many badges call after me. I just squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to cry again. At least not today.

I was worried for what this would mean for Tazendra. Please, I prayed. Don't let anything bad happen.

But any idiot would know that isn't possible. Not when I just turned traitor. Not in the middle of war. Not when Kyrzenia was involved.

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