I was running, only gunfires heard from behind, and yelling I could hear, it was not a normal voice, but a very dark voice. "You're a terrorists daughter, you even look like your father! You must know everything about the bloody terrorist!" Ignorant as I sometimes am, I continued to run while more soldiers arrived. That was only the beginning of the war... Not long ago, but only a year ago, I was at school, when some soldiers came in, I hadn't seemed to care that they were there until I got to the office. They pulled me out of the room to talk to me. "What is your name, young lady?" One soldier asked glaring at me. "My name is Diana Makarov. I'm Makarov's daughter." I replied. "I'm MacTavish, we need you to come with us." He said. "That I will not." I said as I backed away. He grabbed my arm to stop me as if I tried to hurt them. "Yes you will." He demanded. "Why should I?" I asked rudely. You probably know a lot about your bloody father!" He yelled. "I won't listen to you! I'm not coming or going anywhere with you! I don't know anything about my own father!" I lied. "Don't lie to me! You are a liar, I can see it in your eyes!" He yelled while his grip seemed to tighten on my arm. "Let me go." I demanded. "No, your coming with us!" He yelled pushing me back with force. "No I'm not! I'm not!" I yelled getting free from his tight grip and began to run. "Get back here!" He commanded, but as ignorant as possible I continued to run, as if I had robbed a bank or done something wrong.