It was like someone else had taken over her body.
It was like she was watching the whole scene from somewhere else.
Gaby didn't know from where she had taken the sudden energy flowing through her body, but her body knew what to do and as the two soldiers lay on the floor she ran.

The snow crunched under her shoes and the wind bit freezingly at her face.
She ran towards the line of trees.
The big pine trees covered in snow.
They would hide her.

Her coat held on to her stubbornly.
Doing little into warming her, but refused to fall into the snow.
She didn't stop.
Somewhere inside of her mind a tiny voice called out that Solo would maybe even see her and wait for her.
He would help her and getting her to his getaway car.
He would free her from those stupid handcuffs digging into her raw wrists and smile proudly at her.
She would ask him to turn up the heater, because she was so damn cold.

Gaby reached the first pine trees.
Raising above her like giants covered in their white coats of snow.
Promising her to protect her.
She didn't stop there, she pushed on.
The further, she promised herself, the better.

The snow grew higher.
Had it before been just a few inches, it now reached her calves.
She knew it must have been even deeper, but part of it must have frozen solid underneath it and she was probably too light to sink in.
Her breath was raising in small clouds, coming out labored.
She staggered, caught herself and felt the exhaustion nibble on the edge of her coincidence.
Gaby pressed her lips together and pushed on.

A movement caught her attention and let her freeze right on the spot.
She narrowed her eyes, thinking she might had just imagined it.
There it was again, moving towards her.
He was all dressed in white.
Perfect camouflaged and if he had stood still she might have even missed him.
Relief washed through her, turning her legs into jelly.
She pressed on, closing the distance.
The relief was soon replaced by terror and utter panic.
Illya was too close to the compound.
Solo had promised her that he was far away.
Unconscious in their hotel room.

He had promised.

„Stubborn Russian!" She snarled under her breath pushing on, willing her feet to move faster.

Gaby would give him some piece of her mind later.
She knew it would only cause him to smile slightly while he would insist to look at her injuries.
He would nod at her words and doing the same the next time.

Something hit her hard into her left shoulder.
She stumbled forward.
Pain exploded.

The little mechanic just had time to look up.
Illya's eyes were wide in shock and she knew he would reach her in a matter of seconds and tear everything apart.
She knew also the place would be swarmed with her uncle's soldiers shortly.
Too many for him to take on.
If they got him.
If they got him.
The dread let her blood ran cold and she mouthed „Don't Illya! Hide!"

Then something hit her leg and it brought her down into the snow.
Through the haze of pain she prayed Illya would hide as she could hear the force of her uncle arrive.
For once she hoped he wouldn't be too stubborn and listening to her.
Even though it might be hard for him.

Had they shot her?
If they did, she would die here in the snow.
She couldn't move as the pain seared through her body.
Gaby imagined her blood soaking the white snow red.
Leaving an imprint till the next snowfall would burry it.

A pair of black boots stopped right next to her face, interrupting her daydreaming.

„Incredible Miss Teller! I have to say I've never seen so much determination in someone to get free!" A deep voice sneered.

The man kicked her side so hard she could hear a rip crack.
As she struggled to get air, she rolled on her back.
The sky above her was grey.
Clouds full of snow.
Like on cue it started to snow softly.
Gaby blinked, watching the snowflakes dance to the ground and listening to the soldiers around her.
None had yelled that they had found someone.

Please let Illya be safe, she thought desperately.

It was her only wish right now.

„One day I will get free and put a bullet through your head!" She said softly, smiling when the commander glared at her.

The little mechanic didn't see the boot coming her way.
There was only sharp pain splitting her head in half and then blissful darkness descending on her.