Domgre

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"You want me to interrogate a teenager."
"I want you to interrogate a highly trained soldier."
"Who's a teenager."
"Can you do it or not?"
"I can do it."

The door opened. Evie stared at the woman who entered. She'd been on a routine scouting mission when she'd been tripped up traps set up by the so-called freedom fighters. How she could've been so stupid as to fall into such a primitive trap set by them she didn't know. If she managed to escape, she'd surely be disgraced for such a easily avoided mistake. She hadn't made a mistake in a long time. She was good at what she did. Now she was tied to a chair.

"Hi." She stared at the woman. She'd observed interrogations before. She steeled herself for the pain to come. For now, the woman grabbed a chair, sitting in front of the door. "So I hear they found you hanging by your feet in the woods." Evie looked away. Disgraceful.

The woman waited a few moments, "I saw the video of you screaming profanities when they were trying to get you down. I know you can speak." She looked up, pulling away from her active mind as she tried to make herself comfortably detached. It was harder now, she wasn't familiar with this yet.

"I'm not giving you anything." The woman smiled, she laughed, throwing her hands up in mock-surrender. She sighed, moving her hands back into her lap when she realized she'd achieved no reaction from her, "Calm down kid. You're safe here." Evie looked around the room, shaking the chair as she did before she looked back to the woman, a silent challenge to her statement. How could she be safe while she was being interrogated in enemy territory after being dragged here with a bag over her head.

"You're a child soldier. That's not very fair to you is it?" The tone shifted. Evie didn't like it. The woman had her arms on the back of her chair, leaning toward her. "Your ID gave you away. You're part of a special solo unit, and it has your birth year." She'd forgotten to take off her lanyard. The mistakes were piling up. Inaki was going to have her head.

Despite her lack of response, the woman continued. "I'm Miss Bee, would you like something to eat? Drink?" She stared at her. She'd woken up in this room but there was no telling how long she'd been out. But she didn't want to be drugged or poisoned so she stayed silent and still. Bee continued, "Okay then, can I show you something, Evie?" The sound of her name coming out of someone else's mouth felt strange. The unfamiliarity of it all made her stomach twist, her fists clench.

"When I get out of here, I'm going to kill you first." Bee nodded and left the room. Evie sighed, resting her head on the back of her chair. The door opened moments after. Bee again, this time with a book. She sat across from her and opened it to reveal photos.

"This is me and my son on his fifth birthday," she pointed to a young woman and a small boy, he had food all over his face and hands and gaps in his smile. Whatever memory was associated with it made the woman smile. She flipped the page. "See here's him going to his first day of school, and that's him and his first girlfriend, and..." she continued to show her various life events of her supposed son. None of it meant much to her. After a few more pages, Bee sat back.

"You probably don't understand the significance of most of those events, but the normal kids they're important. Normal kids get to have friends, and birthdays, and partners, and go to regular school. Regular kids don't get hurt for their mistakes, they're loved and cherished and-" "And weak. I've fought you before, I could do it with a hand behind my back." She looked taken aback for a moment but nodded quietly.

"Would you like to tell me about your childhood?" Childhood. The stage that encompassed birth to teen years. "I had friends. And school. And I'm a better fighter than half this compound I bet." Bee sighed, "I've been through many kids coming from the other side of the line, none coming from your situation. These were all civilian children, you're a soldier. But I can get you in contact with them. You could make friends-" "With traitors? I'd sooner put a bullet in their brain than speak a word to them."

Bee left again for a final time. She managed to sleep somewhat in the chair before the door opened. A man appeared, only his eyes visible. A glint of metal in his hand was the only warning she got. She threw the chair backward and shot her legs up, kicking him in the hips. He stumbled backward as she fought against her restraints. They hadn't been able to get through to her so now they were taking her out.

The man charged at her now, crushing her against the wall. She bit his hand and he dropped the knife. When he leaned down to get it she slammed her knee into his skull, pushing him down with the weight of her body to hook her legs around his head. The chair kept her in place as his hands fought against the grip her legs had on his neck, cutting off his oxygen.

The door opened, Bee. "What is going on here? Guards!" Guards were at her back in a moment, pulling away Evie and separating the two. They unmasked the man, looking between each other, "He must have infiltrated ma'am." She looked at Evie, Evie stared right back. It seemed mighty convenient. The man pushed off the guards, going for her again, knocking her against the wall as he gripped her throat. There was nothing she could do.

"Cant have you revealing anything." The man whispered as she struggled to breathe. Within seconds he went limp, Bee standing behind him. She looked down at him, then to the guards, "Take him away." She looked back at Evie, "I am so sorry about that. I don't know how he knew your location or that you'd been captured." She thought about the scar on her neck. She'd felt it on many occasions, seen it implanted in other people. She knew exactly how they got that information, but to try and use it to take her out? She sat against the wall, looking up at Bee, "I know how, give me a knife."

After a long negotiation, her hands were untied and she was given a knife and a mirror. She looked in it to locate the scar and drove the knife in, scraping out the skin. With it so close to her throat, the thought occurred. It's what Inaki had sent the man to do. She thought about her conversation with Bee. The betrayal this morning. She looked in the mirror at the blood running down from her neck. She cursed and reached inside the wound, pulling out a small black ball. Inside was a chip. She looked at the door and threw the knife down, putting her bloody hands in the air. The door opened immediately.

"What did you just do? You're bleeding everywhere." Bee stood, with guards behind her as to make sure she didn't pull any tricks, staring at her from the doorway. She felt at her neck, a bloody hole. The scar would be a lot more than a thin line now. "Tracker. It's how he found me. Seeing how it wasn't a rescue, I'm not too interested in being found. Take it. Throw it in the woods. I don't care." Bee hesitantly took the bloody ball and passed it off to the guards.

"If we can restrain your hands again we can get your wound taken care of." Her calm demeanor was gone now. Evie was a little proud, she'd managed to unsettle her. She was also a little annoyed, "I just gave you the thing that told Inaki where I was, as long as you all don't plan on killing me, I'm on your side." Bee and the guards looked between each other. Evie hates being tied up but it was clear she wasn't winning this one, she was already lucky enough to be given the knife, she didn't push it.

They walked her down the hall and up a set of stairs to a hallway full of medical rooms. Bee led her into one and sat her on the bed as a man entered. "This is Doctor Williamson-" "Yeah just hand me the bandages. I got it." The doctor was not nearly as good at hiding his emotions. He shot a questioning glance to Bee who smiled back, "Evie, it's important the doctor get a look at your wound." She frowned, her tone was condescending in a way that made her blood boil. She smiled right back, "Well, Bee, is this man touches me I'm going to cut off his fucking fingers." Doctor Williamson took a neat step back as Bee sighed.

"It's protocol here. If that wound is infected-" It seemed she wasn't going to win this one either. She looked at the doctor, then at Bee, then back at the doctor. "Don't do any extra shit. Don't start crying if I punch you, it's reflex." The last part was for Bee, and it was true. Her first instinct with pain was to hit back unless she was preparing for it, and right now, she didn't feel like preparing for it.

The doctor got to work.