There was so much death. Evidence of the bloody night was everywhere. Elizabeth stared at the bodies hanging by the street. There were many more dead by the side of the road. As she looked out the car window, she could not help but think of her own kids. This neighborhood looked so much like her own. One of the bodies was a young boy with light brown hair. He was lying face down. She could tell he had been running when he was shot dead. Elizabeth could not stop herself from seeing Jason lying there. She needed to keep reminding herself, her family was safe.
Elizabeth needed to go home. She needed to see her babies, needed Henry to tell her everything was going to be alright. The secretary could not stop playing the nights events over and over in her head. The worst part, that some of her detail had died. They were her men and she brought them here, and they died protecting her.
Fred was dead and this was all her fault. She shouldn't have come, this was such a mistake. Now his blood is on her hands, quite literally.
Elizabeth's thoughts and memories were all blurring together. As much as she did not want to go over the nights events, her mind forced her to go over it in detail.
Elizabeth felt trapped underneath Fred's heavy weight. She was trying to move away, when suddenly someone lifted his limp body off of the secretary. .
"Well well, look what we have here," a voice said in a playful tone, "So, it is true. The United States was stupid enough to send us over a little treat."
Elizabeth tried to see who was talking but when she turned to move a foot pressed into her back. She was slammed back down into the floor. Panic rose in Elizabeth, she was currently in an active war zone with no contact to her security team. She thought about the conversation she had with Henry the night before leaving, about her dying. And thought about how he was right, she will die here.
The journey back home was quiet. Elizabeth thought maybe it was because she had lost so many of her own. This made her feel deeply guilty. She could not understand why she lived, and other died, died for her.
Elizabeth squirmed, trying to get free. "Not so fast. You're going to stay right there Madam Secretary." He flipped her over so her back was on the floor and he could stare into her eyes.
"What do you want?" Elizabeth asked trying to hid the fear in her voice. There were three of them. One was holding her down, he was sitting on her lap with her wrists pinned to the ground. The other two stood nearby holding their large guns.
The man onto of Elizabeth chuckled. "What do I want?" he repeated in a mocking tone. "We came here to finish off Javani, but I can see that is taken care of," he looked over to Jovani's dead body. "I did not expect to get so lucky as to find you here." he continued. "I have been thinking about what I would do to you if we were to ever cross paths."
His hands released her wrists and traveled up her body landing on her breasts. Elizabeth took the opportunity to punch him in the face. She tried to push him off but one of the others pulled her hands above her head while the other one pushed the hot butt on the gun into her temple.
"You don't have to do this," Elizabeth begged as his hands continued to assault her body.
"Oh Honey, yes I do. I need to let your country know just how we feel about the United States." He paused for a moment, "It's my way of saying fuck you." He started laughing, which was followed by the laughter of the other men.
The burning hot metal pressed harder. She let out a quiet whimper. She could feel his hands traveling down her body. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to escape her reality. Henry. Henry. Think of Henry. He is safe, warm, loving. It's not working. She could fell his hands getting lower. They stopped at her pants. He undid the button on her pants.
…..
Her prayers were answered. Warm red liquid splashed onto her body. He was dead. Everything was happening to fast for Elizabeth to process. What was left of her detail had stormed into the room. There was a spray of bullets and the man on top of, inside of, Elizabeth fell dead. He fell forward onto her chest. She quickly pushed him off jumping away to compose herself.
Elizabeth fixed her pants and straighten her shirt which was ripped at the top. The rip made Elizabeth feel more exposed but in reality did not reveal much skin.
Everything was still so quiet. Elizabeth couldn't stand it. She wondered if it was because they knew what had just happened. Everyone kept looking at her, looking at her with pity. She wondered how many of them knew the truth.
"Madam Secretary," it was one of her detail. One of the ones who survived. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "It's time to go." They had finally made it to the plane.
Relief flooded Elizabeth. She could not wait to get back. If only she could get home, then this would all be better. She just had to get out the bunker. Elizabeth had been griping to the blanket the medic had given her.