A/N: Brit's captivity.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot.

She woke up feeling as if her head weighed a metric ton. Brit pried her eyes open, looking around in the semi-darkness. There was a single light in her room, but even that was too much. She found that she was laying face down on a hard concrete floor and, after trying to push herself up, was met with a searing pain in her left arm.

Shit, she thought. Right. Bullet.

Pushing herself up with her right arm only, she sat up and looked around her surroundings. "Oh come on," she hissed. "What is this? A fucking dungeon?"

She was in a about an 8 by 10 cell, complete with metal bars. It looked about as ancient as...well, the Ancients. Leaning her head against one of the hard walls, she patted herself down. Smirking, she reached into her hidden pocked of her jacket and looked at her cell phone. Fully charged, but no signal. However, the GPS indicator was flashing, notifying her that her whereabouts were known.

Footsteps were coming down the corridor. Brit quickly put her phone back in her pocket and waited until the person came up. She smirked. It was the target.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Cumulus greeted pleasantly. "I trust you slept well?"

"Like a baby," she replied, stretching lazily. "So, when's room service coming by? I feel like waffles today."

He huffed. "Sorry, but they'll probably be a little delayed in granting your request," he said.

"Well, what kind of cheap ass themed hotel you running here?" she asked. "I request the dungeon suite and then I don't get room service? What the fuck?"

Cumulus just stared at her. "You do realize you have been captured, right?" he inquired.

Brit rolled her eyes. "Holy shit, you really are a dumb fuck," she snarled as she rose to her feet. "Sarcasm. Look it up, asshole."

He snarled at her. "I hate Turks," he spat out. "You all are always so cocky."

"There's a reason for that," she replied with a smirk. "We're that good."

"Then why did I capture you?" he countered.

Brit stepped forward and grasped the metal bars. "What makes you think you did?" she asked with a grin.

Cumulus took a step back. "This...was a setup?" he asked, looking around as if expecting to be surrounded by the entire Turk force.

Brit laughed. "Nah, I was just hung over as hell. And I like fuckin' with people's heads," she said, reaching into her pants pockets for her gum. It wasn't there. "Shit. Yo, you got any chews?"

"Chews?" he asked.

"Yeah, gum?" she replied slowly. "Stuff you stick in your mouth and chomp on but don't swallow. Mine's gone."

"Sorry, no gum."

"Damn," she said, then shrugged. "Oh well. I guess I'll survive. So, what's the plan, Cumulus? You just gonna keep me locked up in here until you figure out what to do with me?"

He stared at her as if pondering exactly that. She smirked at him. "Well, well, well," she said. "You don't know what to do with me, do you?"

"Of course I do," he said as he turned to go. Two guards took positions on either side of the metal bars. "If she tries anything, shoot her."

"Already been shot, Chief," she called as he left. She looked at her two guards. "Sup guys? Either of you got any gum?"

The one on the left reached into his pockets and handed her a piece. "Yo, thanks, Man," she said, sticking it in her mouth. "I'll remember not to kill you when I get outta here. I might maim you, though. You understand, right? Girl's gotta do what she can in a sitch like this."

Neither one of the guards said a word.

Brit sighed and rubbed her left shoulder, feeling the bullet with her fingers. "Y'all are some real good company," she grumbled. "You could at least tell me who won the ball game last night between Kalm and Wutai."

"Wutai."

"No kidding?" she asked is disbelief. "Well, fuck I owe that bastard Tseng 50 gil. I hate when he's right. Of course, he is Wutain. He probably did some sort of weird tea leaf reading thing to find out the score and everything. He's a crazy fuck, I'm telling you."

The guards continued to look ahead, not even paying any attention to her. Which was fine with her.

She about had the lock picked anyway.

A/N: Heh heh. Brit's fun to write. Review please!