Carmen hadn't eaten in two days. She hadn't slept in three.

And she didn't really care.

An operative had told her that she'd been out for almost a week, time in which she could have used for thinking and planning, wasted. The pain in her head hadn't even dulled.

And it didn't make her as angry as it should have.

She flopped down on her cot again, ignoring the food on the floor, curling her knees to her chest. Ever since she had woken up, Carmen had been going over her memories, trying to make sure that there were no blank spaces.

Her name was Carmen Sandiego. She was a 22-year-old latina from Argentina. Her father, Dexter Wolfe, was dead, which is probably where the name McKenzie Wolfe came from. She had a mother, Vera Cruz, who was missing. Her crew consisted of Player, Zack, Ivy, and Shadowsan.

VILE was her enemy.

Even if some things were still trying to come back into focus, Carmen had remembered her hatred of VILE as soon as she memories had cascaded back into her head-and it had stayed strong.

"I will destroy them." Carmen whispered, curing her fists at the pain in her arm and head, but also at her anger. "I'll get out of here, and I'll take them all down." Malice dripped in her voice.

The thief sank back into her thoughts, her mind falling into a numb oblivious state.

At least here, she couldn't feel anything.

ha ha sorry this is one is so short. By now you should understand that that's just how I roll, though.

thanks for reading!