Wyoming lead her down a different corridors this time, taking her past many doors before stopping outside one. He opened the door with a key and then handed it to her, inside was a bed, desk and chair. She stepped inside and on the wall with the door there was also a built in closet. There was a bedside table in between the desk and the bed but save for that the room was basically empty. It was dark and grey and starved of any comforts. There were no rugs, decorations, lamps or nicknacks. She wasn't expecting much, this was a ship for soldiers not home makers, but it made her miss her old shared room on the Mother of Invention and her new room back at Blue Base.
There was a second door on her left as she stepped into the room which lead to the connected bathroom. It was a fairly nice bathroom all things considered. Starved of life also, but it could have been worse. It was also clean, which was something she could be happy about. As a kidnapped prisoner she could be doing worse.
"We're uh, working on getting you some things of your own, since you didn't really come here with much." Wyoming spoke, standing awkwardly in the background. She spun round on her heels, a flash of anger flowing through her.
"Well who's fault is that, huh?" She snapped, baring her teeth. He shrunk back a little and she instantly regretted what she said. "Sorry, I uh, didn't mean to snap at you like that."
She might have been incredibly angry about being taken against her will, away from her friends after being shot in the back. But, if she was going to be stuck her for the foreseeable future she shouldn't be making enemies with Wyoming. He was a douche but at least he was a douche she knew. A known enemy. She couldn't trust anyone here, but at least she had experience with Wyoming, enough to be able to predict what he would do. Sort of.
"Can't imagine I'd be very happy myself if I'd been kidnapped." He responded, trying to make things less awkward.
"Well, it's the second time now so I suppose I should get used to it." She responded bitterly.
"So anyway, this is your room. Uh it's right down the hall from my own, we should be moving on now though." He stepped out of her room and she followed along behind him, bare feet padding across the cold, metal floor. "He'll probably be up in the training room."
"So who is this Felix guy?" She commented, matching his quick pace across the ship.
"Just don't piss him off." He warned, not answering her question. He lead her down more corridors and eventually they reached a large set of double doors. He pulled them open and she stepped in first. Before she could gather her bearings or even take in her surroundings a combat knife came whizzing past her face at lightning speed. As if in slow motion she glanced to her right and saw it slice through a lock of hair from her bangs and heard it slam into the wall beside her.
"Wyoming!" a vaguely familiar voice screamed. "What have I told you about just barging in like this?! You should know, it's polite to knock."
New Hampshire blinked. She had stopped staring out the corner of her eye, where the knife had been just moments ago. She turned her gaze to the voice, not sparing a glance to Wyoming. She saw a double story training facility. Their was a staircase to her left that lead up to a gym, in front of her was ranges and martial arts training areas. It was a very combat heavy area, not as high tech as the one at project freelancer but maybe that was deliberate. Plus, maybe this wasn't the only one. Wyoming was just reminded to knock.
"I'm more interested as to why he'd brought an unarmored civilian down here." A much deeper, slightly threatening voice said. She turned her head to see a black and green figure towering over her. She eyed him, he seemed like the more quiet one, whether or not that was a good thing was up for debate. She turned her head back to the other guy, he was shorter than the hulking figure, but not short. He was also less built but by no means without muscle.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Wyoming, who stayed silent. He was waiting for something, watching maybe? Perhaps he was waiting for the two others to keep talking. Or maybe her to start. The black and orange one went to the wall to retrieve the knife he no doubt threw and New Hampshire didn't know which one to look at. Who to keep an eye on, the fleeting figure or the hulking monster? She left the quiet one for now and turned to watch the knife throwing one, which turned out to be the best decision as he was making a beeline straight for her.
"So who do we have here?" He asked, looking her up and down, playing with his combat knife. She thought she'd gotten over her thing with knifes, her holster wherever it was held so many. Turns out, she just had to wait for someone to be threatening her with one and it would come straight back. "Hmm?"
She stayed silent, standing her ground. She was going to wait, let him do the talking. Without her armour she could probably fight him off for a little bit if it came to it but she was basically boned. He was taller than her, stronger than her in her current form and more equiped for the job. He circled around her once, sizing her up. When he got back round to her front he stopped and leaned in close to touch her face.
"What's the matter sweetheart, shy?" He teased, he was talking to her like he was a predator and she was his prey. "But you see, Locus does have a good point with what you're doing down here and you're going to have to speak up."
She kept her mouth firmly shut, there was no doubt about her being intimidated and without her being sure she could talk without stuttering she wasn't saying a word. He dragged his thumb across her lower lip, playing with her, seeing if she'd break. She stood her ground still, standing like she'd been trained. She was a soldier after all.
"Not much of a talker, huh? Well that's probably a good thing, between you and me I do an awful lot of that myself. So what, are you a paying customer? Need a job done? We're a little busy right now sweetheart but I'm sure we can pencil you in somewhere." He chuckled. She watched as he still played with the knife, toying with her. "Oh this? This what you're watching, hmm? You see, guns will get the job done but knives are more personal, you know what I mean."
She did. She knew exactly what he meant. It was very personal as the sleeveless soldier was dragging the blade over her skin, nicking her flesh and plunging it deep into her arms when he felt that wasn't enough. It was very personal when she watched the skinny one stabbing her last shred of hope through the stomach.
"Oh believe me, I know." She all but snarled through beard teeth.
"Oh would you listen to that, you can talk. I thought for a second you're bought me a mute one, Wyoming." She could hear the smirk he was wearing under his helmet as he spoke. "Well, now we know that you can speak, it begs the question, what are you doing here?"
He moved his knife to her cheek, slowly trailing it down her face, neck and across her collarbone. He slid it across her abdomen and then off over her hip, bringing it back up to her face again. She glared at him, eyes burning with the shadows of her past.
"Hmm?" He waited for an answer as she ground her teeth together, clenching her fists and her heart rate picked up. She tried to keep her breathing under control. "Well seeing as you seem to be having some trouble, let's start with an easier one. What's your name sweetheart?"
She let out a heavy breath, toying between just turning and making for a run for it. Fuck this damn space thing, she was out. Bye bye, Hampshire wants retirement. He moved closer still, backing her up to the wall.
"Agent." She replied through her teeth. He cocked his head to the side for a split second. Confused.
"Funny," He gripped her shirt. "Oh, so, funny." He snarled. She decided it was probably best now to just answer his questions, he wasn't going to let up or let her be. This was probably the Felix, Hargrove was talking about and she was eerily close to pissing him off. He started to trail the knife over her in methodic patterns making her heart race again and her breaths erratic and light.
"Diana." She responded looking away from his faceplate, shrinking back from his gaze. "Diana Andrea Martinez."
"Well Diana Martinez, I'm Felix, that's Locus and we're kind of busy right now. You know, business stuff you needn't worry your pretty little head about. However my little darling, we do have to get to the bottom of why you're here waisting our time. I'm starting to get a little ticked off and you wouldn't want me to get mad, would you?"
"Perhaps terrifying the girl isn't the best way to get what you want Felix." Locus broke the short silence with a voice of reason. She let out a deep exhale, relieved that this might finally be over.
"This is the soldier Hargrove was talking about." Wyoming spoke up for her, getting tired of watching his new boss terrorise his old acquaintance.
"This one, are you sure?" He responded, eying her with a certain scrutiny. "Doesn't look like much of a soldier to me." A frightened tear fell messily down her face.
"Oh, are we crying now?" He mocked. "How sweet." Something inside her snapped at that moment. No longer was she going to let Felix run this situation, she was going to fight him. She was going to fight this out even if she ended up getting stabbed and never being able to see Wash or Tucker or her friends again. Even if she didn't get to see her sister Carolina again.
"You are the biggest cunt I have ever met in my entire life, and I've met my fare share of lowlifes." She growled at him. He stopped, surprised at the words that shot out of her mouth like a beach of fire. Before he really had a chance to react or process fully how the situation was turning, she grabbed his knife and and snapped it back out of the way.
Diana slammed her knee up into his gut and brought it up again and again until his hand let go of the knife. She was sure she wasn't causing that much damage considering how much protection he had on and how he was probably used to getting much worse. But she was causing enough of a nuisance that he let go of the knife for a split second. And that was enough. She grabbed the knife and threw it with impressive force behind them and it slammed into one the target's heads down at one of the ranges.
She shoved him back as hard as she could, him still baffled by what was happening but still trying to pin her and regain control. He was a few steps behind though, which worked to her advantage. She launched herself at his core and planted her bare feet right in his stomach causing his steps to falter a bit. She sprung off of him and made a moved for the open doors, intent on getting the fuck out. She got halfway to the door before he was behind her again.
"Oh no you don't." He grabbed her leg and dragged her across the ground as she screamed, firing poorly aimed kicks in his direction. She managed to land one or two on his shoulders but couldn't do anything significant. She was able to wiggle free of his gip and she launched a punch to his visor, knowing she couldn't do anything but hoping his smug head would rattle around a little on the inside.
He was grappling with her on the floor, trying to tame her flailing limbs and hold her still so she would calm the fuck down. He grabbed at her hands that were busy smacking at his helmet but kept getting pushed back by her kicking feet. He tried to pin her legs and in the scramble he touched the flesh of her thighs. She let out an ear shattering scream that he could tell was loud even with his helmet muffling it a bit. She tried crawling back away from him, whimpering and crying.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He growled frustratedly and pounced on her, gripping her wrists pinning them to the floor and kneeling on her thighs. She sobbed as she tried to fight him a little more but when she realised she was pinned and there was no escape she just lay on the floor, head tilted to the side. Tears down her face as she now silently cried.
"Please don't" She begged, voice coming out as a quiet whimper.
"Don't what?!" He hissed at her.
"Well I imagine if you'd read the files you were provided on Project Freelancer you'd have seen that in hers.."
"Shut up Wyoming!" Felix snarled, looking up at the white clad soldier. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
"Which soldier is she Wyoming?" Locus turned calmly to him, his voice a low rumble.
"Agent New Hampshire." He responded, wanting to get closer to his sobbing friend but valuing his life more.
"I see." Locus responded. "Perhaps you should get off of her Felix."
"What?!" He growled at his partner.
"You heard me." He replied. Felix muttered something about crazy women and climbed off of her offing a hand up which he didn't believe she deserved. After the trouble she'd put him through. She ignored it and crawled back towards the wall, propping herself up against it and hugging her knees. She rested her head on them and quietly sobbed.
"It is becoming more and more apparent that you need to actually do the research that is required Felix." Locus scolded.
"I was gonna get to it!" He yelled, throwing his arms in dramatic manner. "What the fuck is wrong with her anyway?" He asked, almost spitting in her direction.
"Back at Project Freelancer some pretty horrific things went down, just cut her some slack aye old chap?" Wyoming told him, going over to his friend and helping her up off the floor. He escorted her out of the training room hearing Felix yell a "What the fuck was that about?!" behind him as they left.
"Uh, I'm truly sorry about that old chap, wasn't expecting things to turn out like that." Wyoming told her as he brought her back to her room.
She gave him a look, a look that said 'don't you fucking say anything' with hot tears stinging her face. She shoved him out of her room and slammed the door with a thud. Being alone was the last thing she wanted right now but she sure as hell didn't want to be with him. She lay down on her military standard bed and held herself in the foetal position as she cried. She thought she was over it. She thought she was stronger than this. She thought she was fixed and what he'd down didn't matter anymore. Turns out she was only better with North. Turns out she'd never be better again.