Anastasia

8- imbeciles

Sean: you're needed back in Russia, your grace.

Her heart sank. Only one person called her that. When she was a child, she would love it when he used that nickname and he never stopped. As she grew, she started to hate the name when her uncle started using it in a condescending tone.

She rushed to call her brother, but there was no answer. Her uncle's got them. She figured to go after Sean first since he couldn't defend himself as well as Alex and he couldn't have gotten too far since he was just here. She strapped a whole arsonal to her body under her clothes, and ran out to the car, speeding to Sean's house.

There was a hole in the door where it was kicked in. all the furniture was pushed around where they fought and bullets in the ceiling where shots were fired, but only to intimidate. They wanted him alive. He was bait for her. She ran throughout the house to see if there was anything else that could aid in the search, but only the living room was affected. He was easy to take. A plunge of guilt weighed on her heart. If only they were more effective during practice he could have lasted longer. If only i opened the FUCKING door! She was so furious, she punched a hole in his wall, letting out a frustrated scream.

The fact that they wanted him alive didn't make her feel any better. But what did was the fact that there was heavy resistance. She went into the living room, looking at how everything was splayed out. If he was easy prey, the furniture wouldn't have been moved around like that, showing that he lasted some time before they took him. As she was about to walk out, something shining caught her attention. There was a syringe laying on the floor. Protocol states that this should be picked up immediately to avoid evidence. They had to revert to tranquilizers. She was so impressed with Sean, she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"I guess you aren't totally incompatant." she said into the empty room. One last scan, and she was out. She called her brother a few more times, but no one would answer.

That message played over and over in her head. She wasn't just mad. She was murderous. She went to the airport, making a beeline to the ticketing machine getting herself a first class ticket and she was on the plane within fifteen minutes. The flight was dreadfully long and the closer she was to being back home, the more anxious she was. Her uncle has taken her brother and friend- a civilian, she corrected herself. Right now, he's nothing more than a civilian. Emotions get you killed. Clear head, controlled attacks. She was out for blood.

For the rest of the flight, the only thing that kept her from going insane was thinking up a plan. First she will get her men, and take them hidden and protected. Then her and Alex will look for her uncle and she will have her kill. And anyone who gets in her way or shows any sign of treachery will share his fate.

Once she landed, she hotwired the fastest car she could find, and sped to the prisoners' house. Her family had bought a house in the middle of nowhere to keep all their prisoners so that even if they were to escape, they wouldn't know where they were. Now, only her, her brother and uncle knew their way around. She parked a mile away from the forest surrounding the house, and made her way, hopping from branch to branch towards the prisoners.

She canvased the building, no one but the live-in guards were roaming the property. From what she could see, only one was missing. Probably with Alex and Sean. she swung from one branch to another, until she landed on a windowsill only she knew held a broken window.

Once she was in, she grabbed the rope from a curtain, feeling like she might need it.

She carefully walked down to the basement, trying not to think of how disappointing the surveillance team was. She almost had to casually walk to the basement, until she saw the men tied up into chairs. Alex was awake and fuming, and Sean was still passed out. Probably just got here. She took a look round the basement to see what she could use.