Lucky Shot (A Warrior Nun Story)

The Girl Who Took Me Hostage

"I'm leaving, and you're coming with me."

Ava had the most dead-serious look in her eyes. Beatrice knew she wasn't bluffing. She felt herself spiraling. How had this night gone so wrong so fast? One second she was tossing and turning in bed, the next she was being felt up by Ava, and now she was standing in front of a still very naked Ava with a gun pressed to her chest.

"Ava, you can't seriously think that this'll work out for you." Beatrice said, again almost begging the woman to think clearly. This plan, if one could even consider it a plan, was one that could only end terribly for both of them.

"You're right." Ava said, shocking Beatrice and causing her to give Ava a completely incredulous expression, "It definitely wouldn't work if I was alone, but now..." she said, once more pressing the gun into Beatrice's chest, "now I have you to help me." She said while giving Beatrice a small smirk that was anything but innocent.

"Ava, you know I can't do that." Beatrice said, almost pinching herself in an attempt to wake herself up from what was surely a beautiful dream that had turned quickly into a nightmare.

"You can, Bea." Ava said, now with her own sense of urgency bleeding through her voice. She was looking up at Beatrice with pleading eyes, which was a surprise to Beatrice, considering the confidence that Ava exuded only moments before.

"I have to get out of here, Bea. I'm going crazy being stuck in these rooms and having people I don't know come in and ask me questions I don't want to answer." Ava said, now looking as though she might cry. Beatrice felt her chest squeeze for her. Of course Ava didn't want to be here, but she was a suspect. As far as anyone was concerned, Ava was a dangerous member of HALO. They couldn't just let her walk out the front door.

"You don't know me either, Ava." Beatrice said with a softer, but still clearly on edge, voice, "Why would you take me with you? For all you know I could detain and subdue you as soon as we walk out those doors." She said, still giving Ava a stern look. Still though, there was a note of pleading in her voice that she was hoping Ava would hear and submit to.

Unfortunately, Beatrice had learned that when Ava Silva set her mind to something, such as going radio silent during an interrogation, there was no stopping her or changing her mind.

"You wouldn't do that." Ava said, referring to Beatrice's last statement. Beatrice gave Ava a confused look this time. Yes, technically Ava was right, Beatrice would prefer not to subdue Ava against her will again, but she was sure Ava didn't know that.

"How can you be so sure?" She couldn't help herself from asking. Her interest had been piqued, she wanted to understand Ava's thought processes as they related to this ridiculous escape plan.

Ava shifted the gun slightly over to rest just below Beatrice's left breast, resting now on her ribcage. Beatrice tensed, but only slightly, before willing herself to relax as much as possible just in case Ava got spooked and decided to shoot Beatrice off of instinct.

"You've been nice to me, Bea." Ava said, still making eye contact though allowing her eyes to briefly flicker to the wall behind Beatrice every now and then, "You got me moved to this room, you gave me an actual bed and a window." When she spoke now there was almost a note of wistfulness in her words, almost like how someone might recount a peaceful dream or a perfect day out.

She brought her eyes to meet Beatrice's again and gave her a small, shy smile.

"You've actually seen me, Bea. I know that you know that this place is killing me." She said with all the confidence in the world. Beatrice was stunned because yes, of course she knew that. And of course she had fought for Ava to be moved to a different room with a nice window she could look out of.