Author's notes:

There has been some grievances on the way Yuma and Maya interact with Ajay recently. And i'm sure there will be more to come on these characters or others in the near future. So I'm planning on bringing out a Chapter that just explains the idea behind each characters conception from my drawing board and how i wanted them to behave because of the story. It'll probably be attached to the next chapter some time soon.


Ajay woke up in his homestead unable to remember the period between going home from the palace and waking up in the bed.

Again, it was that sweet fragrance that brought back his senses. The one that permeated from Saras's soft slender naked body. Ajay got up pushing her off of him, this woman was beyond corrigible.

"Mmmm….. morning, dear. Did you have a good sleep." She rubbed her eyes as she yawned.

"Put some damn clothes on." He threw a spare clean shirt to her.

"And why can't I remember coming here?" He pressed his temple trying to recall but nothing materialized. That was when Saras chuckled lowly.

"You don't remember because you fainted from exhaustion on the wheel, gave me quite a fright at that too!"

"I see…. Sorry." Ajay scratched his head.

"Don't be, you were dead as a rock. Besides, while you were fast asleep I got to have a sneak peek at the shaft that'll be plowing me in the near future! And I have to say, I'm not disappointed!" She smacked her lips and Ajay unconsciously covered his crotch with his hands to which she laughed at his reaction.

-This minx! One of these days I'm gonna teach her a lesson!-

"I'm not against you staying in my house as a guest but, that's what the guest rooms are for."

"What guest rooms? There're only three bedrooms in this house, one for Maya, one for Bhadra, and one for you and me!"

Something didn't add up. "You've been sleeping in my house ever since I got it which was three weeks ago, where've you been lodging all this while?"

Saras smiled and pointed down at his bed. Ajay pressed his palms to his face.

He hadn't slept in the house except twice, Saras wasn't around the night of the attack. He had assumed she was staying together with Bhadra but that obviously didn't seem to be the case. What was he going to do? He didn't want to have to shout at her to leave his house, should he sleep on the couch from now on? Perhaps book a room in the inn then, but away from Hurk. He'd slept in the same room as Hurk for three weeks and knew of the man-child's snoring habits.

He couldn't believe the thoughts he was having right now, moving out of his own house because someone was getting too cozy with him. For the next few days, he wouldn't return home so he had plenty of time to think about what to do by then.

He didn't stay long in the house after freshening for the morning, he was out immediately after. Walking down the hill to the town to grab a bit at one of the many stores, coincidentally he met Hurk at the bread stall.

"Sup' Homie!"

"Hi, Hurk." Ajay greeted casually as he paid for the breakfast from the stall. "That'll be five hundred rupees!" The stall owner held out a hand to receive the cash from Ajay. "Um….. My lord?"

"Mmmm?"

"My lord, would you indulge in a selfish request of mine? Is the Arsenal truly closing as the rumors have said?" The owner of the bread shop inquired as the other customers turned their heads awaiting Ajay's answer.

"Is that what's been spreading around town?" The Owner nodded.

"It was just machinery that got toasted, that's easily replaceable not like the employees and neither did I send any letter that said I'd dismiss the Arsenal's staff." Ajay took a bite out of the bread as if the Arsenal being blown was no big a deal. But it gave the townsfolk some assurance that their fears were for naught, they would likely spread the news to the other folk in town later. After all, nothing was more powerful than the words from the horse's mouth.

Hurk tagged along with Ajay on his way to the Arsenal.

"Hey! Bad's, what's with leaving me hanging for the last few days, huh?!" It wasn't that he didn't want to attend to Hurk but he didn't have the time recently.

"I was busy handling things in the Arsenal and in the Palace. And in case you weren't aware there was a raid by the SOCOM marines. I hope you've been well rested enough." When Ajay expressed his intentions to offer Hurk a job he brightened up.

"Alright! So, what's the deal?" Hurk was eager to start working.

"I'll have you under the tutelage of the Condotierri, it'll help you learn a bit of professionalism."

"YEESSS!" Hurk fist pumped the air expressively garnering everyone's' attention around them.

They reached the compound security where the guards expressed their concerns over Hurk entering the compound due to their distrust towards foreigners, of course the Italian Condotierri were the exception. It was now common knowledge that a group of US special forces soldiers had attacked the Arsenal and earned the ire of every single individual in the Town and Arsenal. This was why Ajay placed the captured marine under the protection of the Condotierri in case there were any unfortunate "Accidents" while he was roaming town or subjected to vigilante justice.

Ajay made a stop to the Condotierris' living quarters at the cabin to introduce Hurk and to deal with the marine more importantly.

Ajay entered at the time they were just about finishing breakfast, sitting comfortably with them was the marine.

"Uh- Morning boss!" Ricardo responded as he found it awkward that they were communicating with their prisoner in their employer's presence.

"Morning. I checked with the physician yesterday, Alberto will return in a week good as new." Ajay wasn't bothered at all, his orders were to keep the marine alive and well and they executed it as he asked of them.

"That's great!" Stella sighed in relief, she was the most concerned about his wellbeing.

"Who've you got there, Boss?" Samson was more aware of the surroundings.

"This is Hurk, don't let the appearance deceive you. He reliably helped me infiltrate the Golden Path weeks ago." Ajay gave a brief overview of Hurk's abilities.

"Hey!" But Hurk wasn't pleased with it when mentioning his appearance.

"I'd like you to teach him the ropes of combat, so I'll leave him in your charge. You can order him about to do things for you but I want him capable of doing nearly as well as a Royal Guardsman within four months."

"Finally, we've got ourselves a scrub!- Ouch!" Ricardo again openly expressed his general laziness at will.

"Hey, you're that guy Stew drew info on the Arsenal from." Perkins responded as he had trouble recognizing him from some place.

All heads turned towards Hurk who was left in cold sweating. Ajay grinned. "Really… I'd like to hear about that from you."


The rest of the Condotierri and Hurk were out training him or testing him on his physical fitness and other combat proficiencies.

Meanwhile, back in the lounge of the cabin. Samson, Ricardo, Perkins and Ajay sat to discuss what to do with the marine.

"Staff Sergeant Gregor Perkins, Force Recon Marines 4th Battalion. SOCOM. Black ops. I'm grateful for you keeping me alive but I won't say anymore. If you'll understand…." He wasn't going to expose his group no matter what.

"I don't expect you to Sergeant. I just want to talk to you and see what you think about what I have to say. After that, I'm sending you back to your outfit."

Perkins raised an eyebrow, what Ajay said sounded too good to be true.

"I met your commander personally in the hills and while fighting the little bird told me and interesting story going on between you fellas and Willis."

"….."

"It sounded like Willis was going off mission and your group was trapped here. Truthfully I don't want the CIA's presence here and I most certainly don't want Willis around."

Perkins sighed as he thought about his decision to talk. "The CIA was never supposed to have involvement in Kyrat, Willis was on route to Russia from a charming hotspot in the South-East Asia region called Rook Island. The…"Asshole" decided to take a detour while he was at it." Samson and Ricardo chuckled at Willis's title.

"So JSOC dispatched us to put him back on track, but the asshole threw a temper tantrum and threatened the head spook in Langley for an op gone south decades ago. Being a little shit like all the spooks were, Lynch pull out all available support to us so that there was minimal signature of US presence in Kyrat leaving us stranded. If we left without Willis we'd risk being disavowed and treason back home, our families will surely take the heat. The only way to get out was to give in to the fat fuck and satisfy his requests before he went on his way. His first of many likely requests was for us to remove you from the picture."

"…" Ajay wasn't surprised at all, he was aware of that since his last day in Banapur.

"What's the likeliness of this Lynch dispatching a kill-team to clean up the mess here if things drag on?" From Ajay's point of view, the marines were just as much of a risk and liability to him and his career in the CIA.

"80%, 20% says he's confident we'll handle it and Willis will be on his way. Willis still has his nuts in a vice though, with the documents of their operation still existing that is."

"And you can't exactly go looking for it yourself because if you successfully did, Lynch would push the panic button and carpet bomb your asses, right?"

Perkins nodded.

"Here's what I have in mind. Indulge your captain on my intentions on knowing Willis's activities and the likely whereabouts of the documents. I find it, Lynch can't make political maneuvers against the monarchy, you get to go home without issues and Willis gets to go home in a body-bag."

In other words, with the documents in Ajay's hands. He could use it as leverage against Lynch to remove the CIA's presence from Kyrat for the entire period of Lynch's career, another ten years or so which was still good. With Ajay on the marines' side Lynch wouldn't dare charge them with treason and put their involvement aside for the better of himself. From Perkin's description of Lynch he wasn't a very tactful character to be played around with by a field agent. A little paranoid and cowardly he might add, so it made him easy to control by manipulating his fear. Ajay had one of the best manipulators in the business to manage him, Pagan.

"That sounds highly optimistic."

"It is, but I'll let your Captain decide."

"Is that all you want?"

"That's all. Willis is the only reason I'm having difficulty subjugating the Golden Path under Sabal's leadership. That guy is an absolute pushover, and he's quite insane. Allowing foreigners to mess with a civil war, that's breaking the golden rule of liberating a country with one's own strength." Ajay shook his head, probably Amita was thinking the same thing. Sabal might be a charismatic leader but he was an atrocious commander in the field and in politics. Ajay was having a bit of trouble reconciling how such an idiot had him fooled with his bright genuine smile and honest remarks. Sabal was a better manipulator of human emotion.

"We'll deposit you tomorrow near an outpost where you'll walk the rest of the way back to seem like your escaped on your own strength, how bout that?"

"Yeah. I can do with that."

"Why can't we send him now?" Ricardo asked.

"Too soon and it'll seem suspicious, he can't arrive sooner than the rest. They did come over through the mountains and back after all. It'll take at least two to three days' tops. The sergeant could make up a story that he liberated a chopper or sneaked on some supply truck across King's bridge." Ajay told Ricardo who nodded in understanding.

"So I guess that's it then."

"One more day in the cabin and we'll bring you to Pacchim Valley (Southern Kyrat)."

"Can I go to the town tonight? The beer was awesome!" Perkins was just a funny character, Ajay chuckled a bit.

"Go with Samson or Ricardo at least. The townsfolk hate your guts, so if they find out you were part of the raid they might stab you in the street." Ajay warned.

To the people who established themselves within the former Valley of Death, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Ajay never imposed taxes like Noore or Yuma for that matter, there were loans that were negotiable if their business was essential, such as food businesses, pottery or electrical and mechanical services. Drugs were a no-no still and he posted in the local article that established itself in the Valley that he'd snipe them if he found them planting or selling. There was no military presence in his territory as well which was quite relieving for the people as they wouldn't be subjected to roadblocks. Instead, Arjun had the newly established police force to stretch its legs, the Royal Kyrati Police built a commission in the town to operate from although still in the development process, there had yet to be a legal system in Kyrat other than the laws of the jungle or traditional laws. The new commissioner was a former Royal Guard but was a member in Arjun's faction so they were in line with one another's work. The attack on the Arsenal left the town in anxiousness because it contributed to the town's prosperity, thanks to Maya's management.

"Oh….Ok!"

"It's up to you. I'd advise you rest up and think about what you plan to do personally."

"…. Yeah! Wait till I get my hands on Fredrick, fucking traitor!"

"Who?"

"Oh- Nah! It's this sergeant of mine that shot me and left me for dead back then." Malicious thoughts spawned in Perkin's head.

"So what do you plan to do with him?"

"Kill'im." Perkins said bluntly.

"In the report I'll just write he fell over some rocks and died, nobody leaves a marine behind, and he's no marine!"

"That's entirely up to you, just make sure he doesn't weasel out on you and your captain with Willis. Cornered rats tend to do that."

"I'll take that into consideration, I'll gun him down first then explain why I did it!" Perkins said with an absolute smile of satisfaction.

"Also when we entered you said something about Hurk telling you guys about our Arsenal."

"Ah!- The redneck! He's not gonna get in trouble if I say anything, right?" Perkins asked feeling a little sorry they made use of Hurk.

"I'll have him accept punishment at a better time for having a loose tongue but I won't hurt him physically, he doesn't deserve it."

Perkins was a little assured with Ajay's remark.

"Right, I'm heading out. I'll see you in the morning tomorrow. Samson, Ricardo, coordinate with Bipin in requisitioning a chopper for tomorrow."

"Yes, boss." Said Ricardo.

"Rest well, you lot." Ajay walked out towards the Arsenal's office which was still intact.


Maya opened her eyes after what seemed like a while in purgatory, and the first thing she saw almost took the life out of her. Sitting next to her was King Min.

"Y-Your Royal Highness!-"

"Lie down, girl. You haven't recovered yet."

"Uh- Might I ask where am I?" She asked meekly.

"You're in my house, courtesy of Ajay and Bhadra and of course me." Pagan smiled.

Maya was speechless and even harder, she had many questions to ask but the person before her was the most difficult to ask from.

"Feel free to ask whatever question your heart desires!" Said Pagan smiling, it was as if he could read it from her expression.

"If- If your highness will allow me to…. Where is Bhadra, where is Ajay?"

"Bhadra's out cooking some lunch for you, as for Ajay…. Well, he's settling the damage done to his precious Arsenal."

"D-Damage?" She was out for almost four days and part of what she was aware of was when Ajay had come to her room to nurse her in the most dire times. Then there was some kind of commotion going on in the house and she was moved to here.

"Seems the CIA was involved in an attempted assassination of my boy and those forces decided to blow his Arsenal since they were in the neighborhood. My boy's worth the attention of the CIA? Makes me so proud of him!" Pagan got lost in his own thoughts after saying so.

The words Pagan spoke made Maya paler and paler than before.

"Oh- Don't worry your pretty little head, dear! In fact, I'd feel sorrier for the spec ops soldiers our spook sent for him."

"How long was I out for?"

"Four days, including this one. That neurotoxin sure did its toll on you!"

"Neurotoxin?!" Her eyes widened at the thought she had been poisoned.

"Maya?" Bhadra came in with a tray and noticed her awake, she places down the tray on the coffee table and rushes to her bedside.

"Ease up, Bhadra! She isn't going anywhere!" Pagan chuckles.

"Bhadra…. Tell me everything that happened in the last four days!" Maya wanted to hear it from her.

Bhadra told her about the simultaneous attack on the house and the Arsenal by the American soldiers. Ajay had lured the soldiers out of the house because they were after him, they fought, he won. And Pagan came over with a doctor, then the discovery of the neurotoxin in her bloodstream. Its origin was traced from the cave she and Ajay went to, the circumstances were just right for toxic mushroom to release its spores so she contracted it. Ajay went up into the Himalayan mountains with Saras to retrieve an antidote.

"He looked seriously hurt, when he returned but didn't comment on it." Bhadra wanted to express how much Ajay cared for her that he went out to do the things he did especially in the most inconvenient times when he was just attacked by assassins and the Arsenal was half-destroyed.

Maya sat there quietly absorbing what Bhadra informed her and consolidating her own thoughts.

"Mistress Yuma…" She became worried because she didn't report to her during the week. Yuma was most certainly aware of her predicament, would she go searching for Ajay seeking trouble was what Maya feared.

"She came over to visit, she's very nice despite what the people back in Banapur used to make up about her!" Bhadra declared smiling.

"I know." Maya treasured her childhood memories of growing up under Yuma's care. When she first found the village and the orphanage during the darkest of her hours, seeking solitude through giving another a chance to grow. Yuma adopted Maya and raised her into the woman she was today, it was an unrepayable debt of gratitude she owed to her for bringing her and her brother out of a harsh life and giving her the motherly affection she needed.

"Did Mistress meet with Badala?"

"Mnnn! They did, they exchanged a few words but that was it." Bhadra dutifully reported what she saw. Maya breathed a sigh of relief, she thought she was going to send out an entire kill-team to kill Ajay regardless of the consequences. Pagan chuckled lightly.

"You should rest, you've only just recovered from the poisoning." Pagan told her.

(Knock) (Knock) (Knock)

"Who is it?"

"Arjun, your highness."

"Come in."

Arjun walked into the room with a file in his hand.

"Reports on the Golden Path activities and the progress of the reformation of the Royal Guard is almost complete."

"Ok. What's Sabal up to now?"

"Um…." Arjun was wondering if he should disclose classified intel within the presence of the King's guests.

"Arjun. This is Maya Kadayat, Yuma's girl. And Bhadra, they're both friends of my boy so it should be fine."

"Yes! Um- Kadayat as in Paresh Kadayat?" Arjun seemed to recognize the name.

"That was my late father." Maya answered.

"I'm sorry for your loss, I meant no disrespect, milady. Patriarch Paresh was a shining example within the ranks of warriors."

"Oh- Paresh! So gungho back then! Always first to the fight!" Pagan recalled.

"That was the same one, your highness!" Arjun confirmed.

From what Maya gathered, her father was a highly respected man in the court until the attack by the Golden Path on the manor.

"Seems like Maya's family is quite well recognized in the court." Bhadra said.

"Oh yes! Paresh was one of the few Royalist along with Arjun who joined me in cementing my rule in the kingdom and clearing out the Nationalist movement in the past. Well to be fair, most of the credit went to Yuma. Then that cunt Mohan formed the Golden Path and sent some goons to torch his house!" Pagan say and rubbed his temples after reminding himself of Mohan.

"Your highness, there is some new intel I'd like to disclose to you. For the safety of your guests may we take this somewhere else?"

"(Sigh) Sure, Bhadra and Maya, I'll be out for a while. And Bhadra, don't stay up too late."

"Ok."

"Great!" Pagan went out with Arjun.

"We'll take this in my study."

"Yes, your highness."

Arjun walked alongside Pagan on the way to his study. When Pagan started up a conversation.

"Seems quite strange isn't it, the House of Kadayat appears again to help me out!" Pagan chuckles.

"It is a relieve to see that their bloodline is still present." Arjun commented and thought about his encounter with Maya, the living descendant of Paresh Kadayat. His eyes held a deep suspicion.

"But I don't recall Paresh even having a daughter…..?" He softly murmured.


Ajay met Longinus and Samar together in what was left of the Arsenal.

Elina gave him the report on the status of the remains. The weapons manufacturing quadrant was hit hard by shaped charges rendering the machines irreparable. The blast had also rendered much of the servicing stations out of operation and would take time to repair.

"We will rebuild, upon the ashes of the old a new one shall be reborn!" Longinus proclaimed.

"Indeed, the new Swiss machinery you brought has saved us the trouble of procuring it again." Samar agreed.

Ajay's hefty investment in the Swiss made machinery was due to the similarity in Switzerland and Kyrat's geography and climate requiring machines that could make or design weapons and ammunition that could resist some of the most adverse conditions on the planet, specifically the Himalayas which mirrored the environment of the French Alps. It would also give Kyrat the edge against the Golden Path in a more sustainable arsenal and perhaps even its country neighbors.

"Antorio and Alberto saved the Ammunition Manufacturing Machines which saves us quite a bit. Arjun still needs us to supply his troops with the ammunition they need to wage this war."

Longinus was still supplying ordnance, weapons and ammo but in such a small supply it couldn't sustain the war effort of the entire Royal Army now twice its original size.

"We'll need to work fast to bring the Arsenal back into operation. There are a few things I have in plan for the Town and Employees tomorrow which might reduce the tension they've experienced for the past four days."

"I'd be interested to know! Although, I'd like to suggest a way we can reduce the Royal Army's reliance on us." Samar pointed out.

"Oh? Really?"

"I'm currently in the process of training interns on gunsmithing. Perhaps we could allow them to set up a gunsmith within the barracks or fortresses around Kyrat. That way the weapons can be maintained there at their convenience." Samar's solution was very practical.

"I think that's a good idea. I'll leave it to you on their training, I'll send the word to Arjun on this implementation. I'm sure he'll be happy to oblige."

"Spreading the word, I like the way you think. Friend!" Longinus gave his thumbs up no matter if it had anything to do with guns he was ok.

"I was actually wondering if we could set up a technical school within the town, that way you could provide lessons and return to your job in Palace when needed." Said Ajay.

It was a thought that occurred to him for a long time. The people could get themselves trained for the job they wanted and all the Arsenal and other occupations such as the motor pool had to do was to source trained manpower from the school instead of investing money on training individual employees they could leave it to the school to handle that affair at a commission of their revenue.

"It is the best idea I've heard so far. So if we were to set up other Arsenals in the other lords' territories they could receive training here no matter what and the town would still remain fresh!"

Ajay's only major concern now was his pocket, he was spending an awful lot on things without returns so far except for the town in the form of rent revenue thanks again to Maya.

He needed to go adventuring again in the Pacchim valley to continue funding their operation and further town development. At about the right time because he was depositing the marine Perkins on the other side as promised. A little counter-intelligence against Willis, although as Perkins described was rather naïve. Ajay was counting on the fact that it was so obvious it couldn't be an actual attempt, he'd let Perkins decide whether to tell his commander and whether the Captain would follow through with the plan.


David walked with what was left of his platoon towards Willis who was chatting with Solomon in the supply cache depot for the weaponry and ammunition consolidated from Solomon's contraband caravan into Kyrat via a secret passage away from the border guards.

"You took longer than I expected."

"We were doing what your incompetent ass couldn't!" David growled at him. Solomon chuckled lightly in the sideline.

"What the fuck's your problem, you sniggering dipshit?" David sneered.

"So what's the outcome?" Willis stood in front of them awaiting his answer.

"You already knew the answer even before we came back, why the fuck are you asking then?!" David was usually a calm person but the attitude Willis was showing him had pushed him to his very limit. He was sure Willis already had sources to tell him the news, the half-strength of the marines was testament to the failure.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Easy there-."

"Ok- The one thing you don't want to tell me is take it easy!" David warned Willis with a sneer.

"Sure whatever, I want all you know on Badala. Pros and cons of what you've seen with him."

"We risked out lives to cross the mountain attempt to assassinate him, I think we can call it a day for all of us!" David turned around with the marines accompanying him.

"Oh! And by the way, he was manufacturing arms on the other side. The factories have been taken care of." David motioned to Stew and the marine scout placed the domestically built rifle in front of Willis before following after David and the rest of the platoon.

Solomon was the most curious about the rifle placed in front of them and picked it up, examining the weapons quality.

"Aren't you gonna follow them?"

"Humph! Why should I? They're expendable assets, easily replaceable with they can die in the gutters for all I care and Lynch'll have no choice but to send another group in to replace them."

"You sure he won't send a squad to erase you instead?"

"The man's a pussy who shoved the blame on me back in '89. I had a very private satellite chat with him just recently, he's still the same dickless coward that I knew only with grey hairs."

"I see, things are all according to plan then. So how do you plan to kill Badala now that even some of America's finest failed to do so?"

"The United States has a ton of patriots and I happen to know one such patriot who might give him a run for his money, maybe even beat him in a square match. That's why I made that call and why I had you nab those kids."

Solomon had no idea what Willis was getting him to do a week ago. Using his human trafficking connections to kidnap a bunch of kids from Los Angeles and bringing them all the way here. Willis assured him they wouldn't be missed by authorities, his interaction with Lynch made sure they were disappeared from the registry, like they were spirited away or never even existed.

"So can this "Patriot" do the job?" A voice called out from behind.

"Sabal…."

"I'd say fifty-fifty." Willis declared.

"That's the best?"

"That's fifty chance for him and fifty chance for Badala my friend, pardon my French!"

"Interesting! I can't say I'm not excited! What I wouldn't give to see a knife fight between them in an arena to the death! Do you have an idea of who this person is?" Sabal turned to Solomon who shook his head.

On cue, a detail of Golden Path fighters escorted a row of bag-covered prisoners. "Surprise!" Solomon decided to keep this early delivery a forthcoming welcome to the spook.

"Move!" The Golden Path fighter beat one of the five prisoners with gunny sacks over their heads. Causing her to groan in pain but get up and move onwards. There was a whole lot of shivering and whining from the face covered prisoners who were chained to one another like a centipede.

"Please! Whatever it is I'll pay!"

"Shut up!" The female Golden Path fighter delivered a merciless rifle butt to the man's stomach.

"Damn! I underestimated the diligence of a dedicated human trafficker." Willis admitted. Solomon chuckled once more. Sabal cocked his head but his bandages could not hide the grin that was on his face.

"Why is this happening again?!" One lamented beneath the cloth bag over her head. There was evidently sobbing behind that one which aroused Sabal a little to the sweet sound of her pleas.

"This one seems to be quite pleasing to the ears and the body! Mind if I have a peek?" Sabal came over to the prisoners. Willis motioned for him to be his guest.

Sabal removed the gunny sack from over her head, revealing a young woman in her early-twenties Caucasian in race with a very youthful complexion and brown chestnut hair tied in a bun. Two lines trickled down her face ruining her make-up.

"Please! Why are yo-?"

"ShShShhhhhhh….. hush." Sabal placed his finger to her lips to cut her off and she continued to sob.

Sabal placed a hand on her cheeks. "You're very beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?" Even with his face half torched he wore his charming smile. The young woman had no choice but to shiver and whimper.

"Don't touch her!" Shouted a courageous one within the batch of five. "Quiet you!" The fighter watching over the other woman grabbed the back of her head from the bag and straightened her.

Sabal walked over and squatted in front of the woman who was on her knees and removed her bag over her head.

"Quite the brave one aren't you!" Sabal leaned closer to the blonde mid-twenties woman with sapphire eyes glittering with defiance.

"If this is about ransom you'll get what you want then piss off!" She spat.

"Ha! Feisty! I could almost just-." "Muuu!" Sabal actually forced himself on her, his tongue dug into the insides of her mouth causing her to fall into initial shock as was her crying friend. But she was about to show him nobody could just freely take her lips as she bit him on the lips causing him to retract with a bleeding lower lip. But Sabal just laughed. "You're just the way I like it too! You're not like Amita who's a total turn-off when she gets angry!"

"You bastard! When my father comes with the money you'll regret it!" She growled.

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure of that Sweet pea. In fact, nobodies gonna be looking for you back home or here. You five officially don't exist in any database as of today."

"What- that can't be-…" The brave lady lost control of her mouth and let the words fall out.

"Oh it is sweet pea! Those geeks in Central Intelligence can make anyone disappear in a matter of seconds from any US registry." Willis smirked behind his pair of Ray ban's.

Upon the mention of the CIA, all of the five prisoners seem to fall deadly pale and quiet at the same time.

"Th- Then-….. What do you want?!" The previously brave girl called out.

"Simple, dear. I've been having a problem with a warlord recently in my country. Your friend I've been hearing about from Willis seems to display a knack at removing such a problem with surprisingly lethal efficiency!" Sabal smiled with his pearly whites.

The brave girl wore a grave expression as if she understood something.

"He doesn't do that sort of thing anymore! He's a changed man!" The crying woman defended the person they were looking for.

"Oh but he will and he'll do it to save you and his friends, miss-….." Willis handed out a document on their name and details to Sabal.

"Liza Snow, what a pretty name!"