A girl approached the outer premises of the camp. She was immediately captured by the guards posted to keep watch. "There is something off about her," commented a genien who had been assigned to the squad.

"She is not one of our army, and she bears our enemy's insignia. It stands to reason that she would be odd. After all she is working against all of the ninja villages," Commented his friend.

"Enough," shouted the squad leader. "First check her clothes, make sure she doesn't have any weapons on her. She doesn't get any closer to camp until we know she's not booby trapped." Then he added as an afterthought, "and you're right she does look sick. One of you go secure a medic team. After all she needs a clean bill of health before we can question her."

"Right away sir." Their last cell member, the only girl in the group, left.

The squad leader carefully began to undo the large cloak that concealed all but her face, and stopped. "My god," he whispered his face suddenly ashen. "What is this, a joke?"

The first genien, Konahamaru, tried to get a better look. "What is it sensei?"

"It's not important. Come help me carry her," he said redoing the cloak. "but don't touch her abdomen."

"Why?"

He sighed, "konahamaru, it's officially on a need to know basis, and you….."

"…don't need to know," konahomaru and his friend finished. They came over and helped their teacher find a way to move her. It was not easy. They were met about halfway to the camp by a medic team.

"Squad leader, Report!"

"It was our original assumption that the intruder was a member of the akatsuki…"

"Was?," interjected one of the medics.

"Yes, well I attempted to do a basic search for weapons and such and found," his face went white again. "Well…" He snapped his head around glaring at the other members of his unit. "What are you still doing here?! Return to your post. You think this camp is gonna defend itself?" They fled from their leaders gaze.

As they did so Konohamaru looked back at the woman and their eyes met, for a brief instant her eyes were clear, and all he saw in them was pity.

"What was so bad you had to yell at them," asked a second medic.

"Take a look for yourself," he said, carefully laying the semi conscious, glossy eyed woman down on her back and undoing her cloak.

Under her cloak she was completely naked, making the words cut into her stomach stand out against her pale skin. Pacifism will only get you killed. The woman convulsed, her eyes becoming clear again. She jerked upright a gasp escaping her lips as the pain of her wound hit her. She looked around and focused on the medic closest to her. "Please," she whispered clutching the medic's arm. "Please!" Tears formed in her eyes, "I just want to go home."

The medic looked down into those hazel eyes, so full of confusion and pain and panic, and smiled gently. "What is your name," he asked quietly.

"I… My name is Kalia. I think," she said haltingly.

"Do you know who gave you this wound?"

"Yes. It was…." Her voice broke off, choking. Her eyes rolled into her head and she began to twitch.