Sara held her breath, and slowly, she took two steps away from him and turned to face him.

He smirked, and light shone on something in his hand. A silver ring? A watch? She couldn’t be sure, but she did feel threatened.

“I bet you don’t even know what I’m looking for.” She challenged, trying to find a way out of this dumb uncalculated situation that’s sure going to end in definite trouble.

“Oh, you wish I don’t. Connect the dots, smarty, what was missing from Evran’s study?”

The green folder.

Sara couldn’t hide her shock, and she had a hard time absorbing all this in one little smug question. He admitted it, either the fact that Stella is Evran or that he is the one who murdered her and took the folder.

“You did it,” she spat, “You killed Asli’s sister!”

“There you go, Einstein.” He mocked, his tone splashed with sarcasm.

She scoffed, took a deep breath and turned to leave. There was nothing else to be done here. Folder or not, the secret is out and she was going to make sure it doesn’t lay beside her in the grave. She was two steps away from the tent zipper when she lost control of her hands, her arms, they were held back so tight she couldn’t move a muscle.

“Let me go, you freaking bastard!” she yelled, struggling to unshackle her hands.

“You really think I’d leave you expose me to Kris just for your bloody satisfaction? I mean, how can you be that stupid?”

She felt cold metal wrap around her wrists in a click. Shackles, that’s what must’ve glinted when she turned around.

She cursed under her breath, gathered up some courage and burst out, “You’re sick, you can’t be normal. Kris should know about you!”

He pushed her out of the tent and started leading her into the woods. Sara gulped, she was terrified. If anything, she had a constant fear of getting murdered on foreign land and have it classified as suicide.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shh.” He said, “you say another word and I’ll shoot your head before you even realise it.”

She decided to stay quiet, she needed to stay alive now more than anything.

It wasn’t until a few minutes into the woods when she heard the blades of a helicopter cutting through the invisible air that she started to panic. She felt him shift behind her, heard him mutter something into a device, and then, they stopped.

She waited.

Took a breath, felt her heart slam against her chest.

Her arms were sore, her wrists hurt, but she waited still.

Had she any other option, she would’ve gone for it.

The air around her shifted and a rope was thrown down.

“What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer.

“What does that mean, Mike?” she muttered behind gritted teeth.

And her answer was a man climbing down the rope so fast she doubted he had super powers. He was clad in black from top to bottom, his face masked and his eyes covered with black opaque glasses, and around his shoulder, a rifle was slung in perfect harmony.

Special ops. The separators were there, and they’ve come for her.

“Do what’s necessary, you have the Colonel’s permit.” Mike said to the armed man next to her before she could even react. The man nodded just once and grabbed her hands in a tight hold. She cursed under her breath as she got dragged away.

The helicopter had landed a few feet ahead and the special op led her to it, all the while, she had been watching Mike walk away with his hands in his pockets, whistling a carefree tune as he slowly got back to the camp.

Ridiculous as it sounds, it made her wonder whether the guy had a serious mental disorder or if he were as heartless as a wretch. The latter, afterall, seemed more probable. She had to cut off her thoughts as soon as she was thrust inside, the door shut beside her, the sound of a click indicating a lock on the outside.

She was trapped.

Soon enough, they took off, and even though they were flying high into the air, Sara had never felt more sunk down.