Raging Storm {book 2 in SOSfanfic series} [ON HOLD]

Truth Will Out

I couldn't stay away. I wrote this while bunking a class while I have two tests to prepare for tomorrow!
^^That is a picture of my workspace when I make notes. I know. I am amazing and in awe of myself. After all, if I had a superpower, it would be using up pens. 
I'm praying that my mother or teachers don't find this ever or eek! ;)
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Tired by the tremendous effort of grinning maliciously, Reyna dropped her head onto the carpet with a loud thud.
Noticing the dangerous state she was in, Koeyla rushed over and slowly helped Reyna to stumble up and drop onto a chair before she could stain the carpet with red drool. Panting, Reyna tried not to fall off the chair as Koeyla rifled through the drawers, searching for a first aid kit.
The men stared as if the sign of Reyna bleeding meant doom.

Over the next half an hour, Koeyla was the only one rushing about. She ordered a pain relieving potion from house keeping, cut Reyna's clothes off her, popped her dislocated ankle back into its socket, pull out a small blade from her shoulder, pick out thorns from her knees, elbows and cheeks through the tattered clothing, bandage a large cut on her thigh, clean and stitched multiple small wounds all over her body and give her a herbal tea to drink for energy while she softly pressed a wet swab to her bloodied wrists.

Karim stood anxious and Mr. Ambrose had seated himself directly opposite to Reyna, on a sofa. Neither of them moved, except Karim swallowed a few times and whenever Reyna rarely whimpered in pain, Mr. Ambrose would cease his finger drumming on the armrest until Reyna took a deep breath again.
Having done most of the job, Koeyla hovered around Reyna, putting on finishing touches to her medical work.
As if he could wait no longer, Mr. Ambrose half snapped half growled, "Koeyla, why don't you get the soup from the kitchen now?" Dismissing her.

Koeyla glanced at the injured girl. Reyna lifted her tired eyes from her shoes and gave Koeyla a comfortable one sided smile, as much as could be seen from beneath the ice pack. Koeyla had a growing sense of admiration and respect for this girl she had just 'met'.  She gave Reyna a reassuring nod and moved to exit. As she was leaving her eyes met Karim's and she jerked her head sharply towards the door.

Karim stood up suddenly, looking like a bull in a China shop.
He stammered, "I should....uh...go too...help her...uh, go."
Karim wobbled out and accompanied a smirking Koeyla to the ground floor.

There was a hanging silence in which Mr. Ambrose glared at Reyna like he wanted to throttle her. Reyna glanced up at him once, stalling the inevitable and straightened up on her chair, sighing.
She let the ice fall to the floor with a thud and faced her employer, head tilted to one side, bruised neck with finger marks on it adamant. She loosely clasped her hands between her sprawled legs and rasped out, "Ask what you have to."

As quick as a flash he fired, "What the hell were you thinking?"

"About what?"

"Your plan to meet Dalgliesh."

"I had to do it. It's my job."

"Why this recklessly?"

"Because you wouldn't give me the resources or the time to do it properly."

"For a reason!"

Reyna was silent. She considered telling him the truth. She would have to, to avoid laying the foundation of much worse blunders. Her plan didn't work, so now it was time for Plan B. The riskier one. Trust.
Mr. Ambrose noted it.

Finally she emitted, "It was taking too long. The entire job."

"You were aware of it when you took the job. Time wasted like this would be of strategic value in this phase of the plan."

Reyna looked away.
"I didn't consider all the factors," she mumbled.

"Such as what?" His voice was hard, more than she liked.

Reyna sighed again. It was making her dizzy now.

"Such as what?" Mr. Ambrose repeated, pronouncing each syllable carefully in a deadly way until the tention in the air could be cut by a knife. Strangely enough, Reyna was freezing instead of sweating. She offered no resistance.

"All of you," she croaked out.

Mr. Ambrose frowned in surprise and looked taken aback. "What?"

Reyna cleared her throat, a painful sound, before she simplified, "I prefer my jobs to last a short duration of time if I have to pretend or disguise myself. This was taking too long. I tried to finish it earlier."

"So," he ground his teeth, "you made a mess because you didn't get what you preferred?"
Mr. Ambrose spat out the words as if they disgusted him. Normally, Reyna would have a strong reaction to it, but having gone through torture, Reyna paid no mind to it.

"There is a reason why even I have rules too, you know? If you uphold the disguise for too long you risk getting involved personally. The line between your made up life, a lie, and your priorities, reality, get blurred.  In this field, that is worse than death."

All strength left her shoulders. She visibly sagged, more than she already was, looking aged and worse than dead.

Mr. Ambrose finally allowed himself to take in Reyna's near dead state. A pang went through his heart painfully each time his gaze swept over a cut, bandage, bruise and blood smear. She needed to rest, desperately.

Mr. Ambrose straightened up and prepared to ask the next question.

When he opened his mouth, nothing came to mind.