After a long week Makarov was back from the hospital and immediately Roman went to talk with him about Nathalie. At first he didn't let anyone inside his office but after a long hour of waiting Roman finally got a chance to enter. Without hesitation he walked up to Makarov's work desk and said "We have to talk about Nathalie."

"I don't have time nor want to talk about her. Go away while you still can, Roman." Said Makarov sitting in his chair with a glass of expensive bourbon slowly sipping it. Overall he looked worse than usually, a lot weaker and tired, with dark circles under his eyes.

"I can't go away, it's important." Insisted Roman not moving out of his place. He wanted to spill it out but Makarov was cutting him off telling him to go away. He stood up from his chair and was about to shout from the top of his lungs and Roman didn't wait for that to happen. "Nathalie was raped." He said and saw Vladimir's expression change immediately.

From irritated and tired it went to a mix of pain, sadness, and anger. Pure fury was flowing through his body from the words he heard. Makarov threw the glass into the wall and groaned from the instant pain he felt in his chest and abdomen. The wounds he suffered from were nowhere close to closing. Nathalie was one hell of a master when it came to killing, even shooting with non-dominant hand she managed to hit two close to biggest veins in body. It took doctors hours to fix him and compensate the enormous blood loss. He adored her ability to do things like that though it was not nearly as fun when he suffered from it.

"Who did it?" He asked putting his hands on the desk for support. Makarov was shaking from rage barely containing himself. He gave out clear order to not touch her in any way and anyone who didn't comply had to suffer. "Where are those bastards?"

"I-I killed one. Other two are held captive." Said Roman a little frightened from his sudden rage. Usually Makarov would remain cold blooded no matter how angry he was. He had his mind clear ready to make another mastermind plan to win in any situation.

"Get them to the main hall and hang them by their hands." Said Makarov searching through his desk.

"It's not all. There's something else I need to talk with you about." Said Roman trying to get Makarov to listen.

"Get out. We will talk when I deal with my enemies." Said Makarov taking a knife and a baton with him.

Roman nodded and walked outside while Makarov took the whole bottle of bourbon and chugged right out of it. Feeling angry and bloodthirsty he burst out of the room and walked through the hallways and staircases to the ground floor and main hall where he asked Roman to bring the two men. The word about this event got passed very quickly as there were groups of Makarov's men gathering around.

"Would you look at that. The hunters became the prey." He said enjoying the view of the torturers that were about to be tortured themselves. Vladimir walked closer to them and took his baton. He stood right next to the one who drugged his daughter and in completely formal tone said "Today we play a game called a piñata. Sometimes there are surprises like candy. But what I received was a surprise..." he swung the baton and hit the hanging man right into chest probably breaking a few ribs. "A surprise called 'I raped your daughter'." Continued Makarov and hit him again. And again, and again, and again. There was no stopping to him. No other hired gun he had dared to interfere because they knew Makarov would do the same to them.

In his ideology men can do whatever with the women they sell into slavery up to the point where they are still worth selling, but family is something completely different. Hurting family is a taboo. That's why he never hit Nathalie, not even once he dared to lift his hand against her. Makarov made his men do the dirty job when she misbehaved but he never did it himself. Even after all that he wouldn't have let anyone do something so disgusting to his daughter. He wasn't there to prevent it but that was because of Nathalie. No, don't think he blamed her, she did what she had to do, replayed for every time Makarov mistreated her, forced into doing or killing, keeping her against her will. He knew it well he deserved it and that the situation was just how the circumstances fell together.

After good fifteen minutes the one responsible for drugs was no longer breathing. Makarov dropped the baton on the ground and walked up to the other one pulling out a knife from inside of his belt. He stabbed the rapist a couple of times into the chest. "Is it fun?" He asked looking him in the eyes. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked again and cut off the rope making the man fall to the ground. Makarov crouched next to him and continuously stabbed his torso. Blood splattered all over Vladimir while he was letting all of his fury out. He felt tears forming in his eyes but held back and continued stabbing until there was basically no flesh to stab at, just blood and guts. Makarov stood up leaving his knife in the body of his victim.

Roman who witnessed the whole theatrical play seemed surprised. It was one of the first dirty jobs Makarov did himself since the time he came to rule the ultranationalist empire. Blood had covered most of his face and his white shirt which made him look terrifying. "I hope I made it clear that you have to follow the rules even when I am not there to watch how you follow them." He said and walked towards the exit. "Roman, walk with me."

Roman was a little frightened but followed his superior back to his office. Makarov took out a first aid kit out of the wardrobe and put it on the desk. Only then Roman noticed that not all blood was splattered on Makarov but there was a huge stain on his shoulder and it was getting bigger. Vladimir took off his shirt and completely soaked bandage revealing not only his great looking body but also a nasty open wound. Makarov folded his shirt and pressed it up to his wound trying to stop the bleeding.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" He asked sitting down on his chair.

Roman stayed standing in the middle of the room. He wondered if it was even right to ask Makarov for anything when he was mad but he knew that it might be the only chance to help Nathalie. "We have to get her out of here. She doesn't speak, doesn't eat, I barely manage to make her drink water. All day she spends staring at one dot without moving."

"And what do you want me to do? Walk up to my biggest enemy and say 'I completely destroyed the person your girlfriend once was. Enjoy having a living mental disorder.'" Said Makarov sarcastically upon hearing Roman's words.

"So it's better to let her slowly rot here?" Asked Roman angrily. He was frustrated knowing that Nathalie was suffering so much inside. "I'm asking you as a favour; let me get her where she belongs."

"A favour? You know that doesn't work with me. You pay then we do business." Said Makarov testing how far Roman was willing to go for Nathalie.

"What do I have to do?" He asked his leader full of disappointment. She was his daughter and all he cared for was his job. Not that it was an actual job, but a ridiculous plan to rule Russia.

Makarov sighed and looked at the youngster. He was serious, determined, and showed signs that Makarov was most afraid of. "Do you love her?" He asked already knowing the what Roman was about to say. "Don't answer that. Remember the work Nathalie had to do? Well, I wanted to ask you to complete it but to make it easier you'll only have to do the assassinations."

"And when I do it she will be free?" Asked Roman and walked closer to the desk where Makarov had all the files.

"Yes. When it's all done."

"How do I know nothing happens to her while I'm out there?"

"I'll take care of that."

Roman was a little sceptical whether he could trust Makarov but he took the folder with the information about his targets. It might have been the only way to make sure Nathalie is safe and sound, and far away from that place.

"It's been only a month since your team came back. Do you think they are ready for such trip?" Asked MacMillan sitting in his office with Colonel Watson sitting right in front of him. It was about a month and a half since they went missing and Nathalie was still there. She was the reason they gathered that day. They received a message with Silver's location and of course sent Nathalie's team and old Bravo Six on joined mission.

"They will be fine, Lieutenant Silver trained them." Answered Watson looking at General. They had a long discussion about the situation and the future of the soldiers under their command. There were a couple aspects where they seemed not to agree. "I expect her to stay in Colchester. You can keep the dog but she is staying."

Blue growled annoyed at the Colonels comment. John left him with General with a small favour, if by any chances Nathalie wasn't back in UK by the end of the year, Blue had to stay with Nathalie's family and MacMillan promised to bring him to them.

"She is his handler and owner. They are a team and won't be separated during service." Said MacMillan and petted Blue who seemed to sympathise him. Since the beginning they knew and saw each other daily. It seemed that he still remembered his days as a puppy and how many treats he secretly received from General.

"How are you going to explain the fact that you already replaced her? Her and Simons." Asked General knowing that he had to pull the strings if he wants her back at Hereford. He promised to take care of her, to not let go on another suicide mission. "Are you planning to put her in charge of newbies and tell her to train them from scratch?"

"As if you have anything better to offer. It's just a temporary position." Said Watson clearly irritated. She was too good to be given away. The way Nathalie solved this issue, freed Smith and then the rest of the team, made her more valuable than anyone. Who could possibly escape from Makarov? And MacMillan sent her to him in the first place.

"I actually do. Bravo Six that is on mission with your team is in desperate need for a leader. I'd say she is perfect for the position." He explained. MacMillan had a feeling that Watson didn't know that the mission was a set up by someone else but he didn't want to let him have Nathalie. She was too good to give away in the first place. General thought that in Colchester she would have had better opportunities for better missions and not the dirty work of following tracks that lead nowhere.

"I can't give her up. Not with the set of skill she has." Denied MacMillans request Colonel.

"You can and you will." Said MacMillan getting quite irritated with stubbornness of his colleague. Before he could protest again someone knocked on the door. "Come in."

"They are already at the place, sir." Said a young soldier who just opened the door and peeked in. "They are waiting for your orders."

MacMillan without hesitation stood up and nodded to Colonel. He walked after General outside the office and down the hallway to the communication centre. Both of the men put in earpieces and looked at the big screen at the end of a big room where the feed from one of the soldier's helmets was broadcasting. General walked closer to the soldiers by the computers and began talking to the soldiers at the field.

"Bravo Six this is Baseplate. What's your status?"

"We secured the perimeter. There were no enemies so far. Permission to enter the building?" Said the man that led the team. Man that replaced Silver.

Sgt. Burns who had the camera on the helmet turned to face the building. It looked like an old summer cottage with bright khaki coloured wooden walls and dark brown roof. The surrounding area was deserted just like the house itself. You could see a thick layer of dust on the windows and old paint cracking off of the wooden planks. House wasn't small, two storeys, a basement and an attic. It seemed like no one had been there for years.

"You have a permission to enter." Said Mac and waited for them to move up.

There were two entrances and their leader ordered to split up into two groups and search through the whole house. They didn't have to look far for Nathalie. Just as they entered the house through the main door they saw her body in the living room to the right from the entrance. Burns walked closer so that everyone at the base could see her unconscious and cold body. She was pale and thin, her clothes stained with dark red blood. Right hand was in a cast and left arm was wrapped up in a bandage way up to the shoulder that was soaked in blood. Nathalie had only a thin tshirt and cargo pants on and to keep her warm she have had a blanket on her that she seemingly pushed off. Several spots on her visible skin were dark purple, blue, and yellow, awfully swollen. It was unknown how many more there were under her clothes.

"The blood pressure is stable, though low." Said Heywood holding her wrist in his hands. She didn't flinch at the movement around her or at the touch. "We need to get her out of here."

"Did you find anything around here?" Asked their new leader looking at Silver from the distance.

"It's clear." Said Smith.

"Baseplate this is Bravo Six. Request an immediate evac to hospital."

"Request accepted." Said MacMillan shocked at what he saw on the screen. It was far worse than he expected. Nevertheless he immediately started commanding his men around the room. "Quickly send the helicopter back to pick them up and call the nearest hospital to tell them to get ready for a critical situation."

Nathalie awoke barely able to feel her body. Everything seemed so numb and far far away from her mind. Despite being awake and with her eyes open she felt like she was in a different dimension somewhere far away from reality. Where she couldn't feel pain or shame, but Nathalie quickly realised that it was just an illusion created by the drugs that were pumped into her system. There were all sorts of tubes and wires on her skin which she felt moving her hands. She was too weak to move anymore and so she looked around the room she was in. It had brightly painted ceiling and walls but it was shadowy since the only source of light was a window to the hallway. To her left was a screen on which her vital signs were monitored. Nathalie could hear footsteps and chatter outside the ward but she couldn't understand the language people were talking in.

Silver felt lost feeling the unknown around her. She was unsure where she was, what time or day it was, or what happened to her. Nathalie had so many questions that needed answers, and she had so many answers to the questions anyone could have asked her. She was ready to challenge anyone into a battle answer for answer though soon she find out that she was safe. A young and perspective doctor walked in for a check-up he did every few hours. He explained that she had been unconscious for almost two weeks making that in total four weeks without eating which combined with blood loss from her cutting up her arm caused anaemia.

Nathalie had a clear image in her head of the moment she got a chance to at least try to escape the life she had. While she was still there at the psychiatric hospital that Makarov used she was always with at least one guard watching that nothing happened. It was either a guard or Roman who felt guilty for what happened and she got a chance to be alone when they were changing their places. Nathalie broke the window and with shattered pieces of glass she left deep cuts all over her skin. In shock and panic she didn't hit any arteries and only the last moment realised that cutting her throat was the best option. Unfortunately Roman already walked in and tried to stop her, she was a lot weaker and couldn't fight him off but she managed to leave quite a few nasty marks on his body.

Overall her body condition was horrible and almost unfixable. Doctor explained that her muscles and body mass were slowly decaying because of malnutrition, the blood loss put her body in even worse shock since it had no way to regenerate the blood on its own, that was the reason her new and old wounds weren't healing. If she had stayed in such poor condition for any longer they wouldn't have brought her back to life. To normal and healthy life. Nathalie had an IV attached to her arm where her skin wasn't destroyed with shattered glass and had minerals flowing into her blood with the water.

The only thing that troubled the young doctor was her mental state which wasn't in his field. He decided to have a psychiatrist come over and help her through the recovery. She didn't have a right to deny the meetings since they were essential if she ever wanted to go back to military career. Without proper medical attention and evaluation she wouldn't have the right to enter a military base. She knew what was waiting for her and had a feeling that a she wouldn't get away faking being all right. Nathalie knew that she had to live through it all once again, remember every detail, and tell it to the doctor writing it all down. That brought tears to her eyes. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to remember.

"Don't worry; you will be healthy just like before." Assured her the doctor.

"I'll never be like before. Life will never be the same after all that."