"How did you escape?" Simon asks incredulously as he enters the dining area, breaking my reverie. As I place both knees to my chest, I rest my chin upon them. Has it only been two days since I broke free. It's hard to believe that it's been such a short amount of time. What should I tell them? My mind goes back to training day, two days ago…. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Nastusia!" "Yes," sending my answer back as we keep trudging through the snow, vigilant of our surroundings. "We're ready." I turn my head slightly and see the group that is ready to take on the death mission. I keep walking making sure the cameras aren't picking up our body language being anything but different. It's hard to block out so many locators, from not only my own mind but to keep them out of 9 other minds. Not only keep them out but sending out messages to them that would be considered normal for each one's train of thought. Amidst all of this, we are also training, and need to be alert for any attacks made by the other side. "Only kill if you must," I send to all of them. "It's not there fault that we are what we are." I sense Buster's presence. Good. Get the stronger ones out of the way. Although they should have put the newbies first. Oh, well, this works better for our benefit. "Get ready," I send the message and motion for them where to go to strike. They stealthily go into formation. Perfect. This looks like any other training day, little do they know. Today no one will stop us unless it's death. Buster comes out of hiding yelling his war cry as he heads toward me. I jump, leaping onto a branch and swinging myself to get behind him. War cries can be heard as everyone is now engaged in a fight. "Remember the plan, only kill if you must and run to the outpost." I relay the message to them. Buster comes to me sneering as he attacks. I dodge his blows and back flip 5 feet away. I crouch down and wait for his attack. Running towards me, I do a back hand and kick him in the chin. Upon landing I side kick him in the torso and punch his head. He takes a swing at me and hits me in the ribs. Great two ribs broken, just what I need. I grab his head and hit it against mine, as I give him another kick in the ribs. Giving him three broken ribs. He crouches down in pain but lunges toward me. We fall to the ground rolling and I manage to get on top. I hit him in none stop succession across the face. He kicks his leg up and hits me in the chest. I scramble back to my feet as he strives to get up. I kick my foot up and slam it down his back. Then grasping my hands together hit him with all my strength across his head, rendering him unconscious. I turn to see the other battles that are ensuing and run to help Andrew. However, Apollo intercepts and engages me in a fight. He hits me with everything he's got and manages to dislocate my shoulder. I breath through the pain as I bring my arms around his head and dive my knee to his skull. He backs away few feet as he shakes his head from the pain. I don't let him gain his ground. I run toward him and throw a back kick to his head. As he tumbles to the ground I see that we have gone through the strong defenses and now it's the weaker ones we are to fight against. I don't even know their names as one-by-one I knock them unconscious to the ground. Something's not right; this is too easy. As if sensing my thoughts I notice another line of attack waiting to be set free. Amongst them is Damien. "All of you go after the weaker ones, leave Damien to me." I send the message to the others and we run to attack the last line of defense. Damien looks at me through narrow eyes as I come charging. He jumps out of the way of my attack and I quickly turn around and dodge his. This goes on for 30 minutes. Neither of us letting up on the other and dodging the others attacks. Finally, I halt and stand a few paces from him. His black skin glistening with drops of sweat but his breathing still level. He cocks his head to the side as he grins evilly at me. Bastard! I stay standing there, pretending to be too weak to fight. I exaggerate my breathing so it appears that I am out of breath. I fall to one knee, as I sense that he his cautiously approaching me. Idiot! There is a reason why I'm the best, you're still no match for me. However, this will not always be the case. No time to think about that. I lunge up when he's in reach. At that precise moment he spins and thrusts his knife in me. I hesitate but pull him closer, the knife going deeper into my body. I quickly maneuver myself on his back and wrap my legs around his torso, with my hands in a choke hold. He pulls the knife out and before I reach for it, stabs me again, two inches below the previous wound. I kick his ribs and her the crack of two ribs as I grab his hand and take ownership of the knife. He's losing his breath and won't be able to put a fight for much longer. At that moment Andrew comes running up and plants a solid kick to Damien's face. I stagger off him as he crumbles to the ground. I hold my side to put pressure on the wounds. Andrew picks me up and runs for the outpost. Already there, are the other 8….wait….there should be nine. Andrew, Sofia & Gideon, Aaron & Nadia, Sloane & Cody, Kellen & Lo… "Where's Lola?" I ask in a stern voice breaking the silence. We all look over the post and see her fighting Shea. "She won't win. There are more coming." I whisper. "What do we do?" Andrew asks, as they all turn to me. We're all battered and bruised. It will be their deaths if we go back. "We can't leave her!" Sofia says defiantly. "If we stay, we will die." Sloane says as he holds Cody's hand. "She knew the risk." "What if it was Cody?" Sofia countered. "Enough!" Gideon says, "We have to move. This is no time for what if's. She will not betray us. If we are to get out of here we must move now!" Sofia starts to say something but Gideon throws her a deathly glare. "Let's go!" I say, taking command. I look at Kellen and know that he has no regrets. Why should he? Regrets are for the weak. Yet, why am I looking back as I run forward? I see Shea kneeling by Lola, he looks up and sees me, but does nothing….. "There's the ship." I point to the ship that we are commandeering. We run swiftly unto the ship as we hear the sirens echo throughout the compound. I run to the bridge with Andrew closely following. We sit in the pilot seats and prepare for departure. As I look up I see Lola being held by the throat. Damien is holding her as he sneers at me. My eyes narrow at him and I take off! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Feeling their gazes on me, I snap out of my reverie. How do I tell them? They will not like that I left Lola there. They would never leave someone behind. I am not them. Simon is looking at me with anger, Kaylee now by his side. Whereas Mal looks at me waiting for an answer to Simon's question. Zoe looks at me sternly, while Jayne munches on an apple. "It was training day. There were nine of us that escaped. We commandeered a ship of theirs and left." I say simply. They all look at me, waiting for more, but this is all they need to know. Why should I tell them that my wounds haven't been stitched properly? Would they care about the battle? How can I tell them that I left Lola there? "Where are the others?" Kaylee asks, breaking the silence. "They are neither here nor there, but everywhere," I said as I place my feet on the floor and sit back. "It's safer if we aren't all together. We can warn the others if something goes amiss or where they," I say with disgust, "are looking for us." "How?" Zoe asks. "Using links channel."