She burst out into the parking lot. The Images that raced through her head made her sick. The Baronesses face full of hatred as she swung her whip down. The Crimson Guards holding her down as they branded her. The dungeon, with the rats crawling over her food. Her clawing her way out of the snake-infested box they had placed her in for two weeks. Then the numbness, the hollowness when it came to the fact, they had broken her.

As she escaped the confides of the building. She began to take deep gulps of the cleansing air. The worse was this damn claustrophobia, the panic attacks that welled up with it. The way they stole her breathe. She felt her Joe comm. trying to regulate her adrenaline, giving her vitamins. She wanted to yank it off She felt a hand touch her shoulder, it startled her so much that she jumped causing the had to slip and touch the scar caused by the sander.

Jaye stiffened the minute Scarlet touched the ugly scar on her shoulder. Jaye turned to look at Scarlet. Scarlet was shocked at the wildness in Jaye's eyes. Jaye took a deep breath shaking her head. Scarlet noticed that Jaye was trying to get control of what ever was haunting her. Scarlet was concerned for her friend. "Jaye talk to me."

"I wouldn't no where to start."

Lady Jaye let Scarlet lead her to some stone tables. Taking a seat Scarlett looked her in the eye. "The beginning is always a good place and don't start out with that I was born In Martha's Vineyard crap you always threw me to get me off your case."

Jaye smiled weakly. Taking a deep breath she started….

"It all started out the day the pit closed. When those of us elected to stay military got new orders. Mine were to go to England become a member of Action Force. I didn't even make it to the Action Force Base of operations in London. Cobra got me the minute I got off the plane in England…..