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Chapter 4:

Ziva walked around the room. She pulled her coat off and dropped it on the chair. It had been 10 minutes since she had spoken with Gibbs and already she was growing uneasy.

She was stuck in a room, with no protection, no weapons, and no idea what she was up against. If things had been bad before, they were about to get a lot worse. The door was once again flung open and three armed men came in. They were all tall, all strong and all terrifying. Quite clearly the superior of these giants stepped forward. At around 7 feet Ziva felt tiny. He pointed an oversized finger at her. "You, in here now." She looked around herself contemplating grabbing the chair and striking but decided against it, sighed and walked out of the room.

Once they entered the new room he pointed to a chair placed in the centre. "Sit." When she didn't respond he pushed her in the back with the tip of his machine gun. She sat. A voice from behind her made her turn. "Please excuse him, he is not know for his patience." Leaning casually against a wall was the man from before. He looked relaxed, too relaxed, as if he were a puppet master and had no doubt that Ziva and these giants were in his complete control. "Tie her up." He looked at the youngest 'giant'. The young man only about 20, walked over to Ziva and bent down. His greatest mistake. As soon as his eyes met her ankles, her foot met his face. She slammed her shoe into his nose and felt the satisfying crack as his nose snapped. Without missing a beat she jumped up and hurled herself at the second giant. Caught off guard by her sudden retaliation, she knocked him down and grabbed his gun, ripping it out of his massive hands. As soon as she had full control of the gun she slammed the butt down onto his head, knocking him unconscious.

Ziva swung the gun round to the last guard and sprung to her feet. Fully aware of what she was doing the guard launched himself at her. She loosened three rounds, one hitting him in the shoulder as he dodged the oncoming fire.

He clutched his arm in pain and looked up at her, unable to do anything as she cocked the gun and aimed it at his head. Just as she was about to pull the trigger she heard a click and felt the cool metal of a gun barrel being pushed into her right temple. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you. Now be a good girl and drop the gun." She let the machine gun clatter to the floor. "Kick it away from you." She nudged it over to him.

"Firstly I must congratulate you on overcoming three fully armed men. Although, that is not surprising with your Mossad training, but please, do not try that again, I fear that my men might not be so kind next time, and I really would not like to see you dead before I planned." "So you plan to kill me?" She glanced over at him, slightly puffed. "Ah she speaks, I was wondering how long it would take you. And yes eventually I plan to kill you. You cannot honestly say that I would let you out alive, now can you?" he said while smiling. "I suppose not. So since you know so much about me, how 'bout a little history lesson?" He lowered the gun and walked in front of her.

"Very well, you will learn this eventually. My name is Alfredo Sirater and I plan on holding you captive until I get what I want." "And that is?" "Oh, you will find out in due course, but for now I feel it is time you went back into your room."He then walked past her stepping over the unconscious guard and stopped at the door. "If you will." She walked past him. Before he shut the door she looked out and saw the damage she had caused. The youngest guard was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, the second was sprawled unconscious on the floor, also a trickle of blood running down the side of his head and the third 'leader' of the group was clutching his arm, still in shock after being shot by a girl. She allowed herself a small smile in victory and turned around. "Until tomorrow Ms David." Sirater said. "Can't wait." She replied sarcastically.

Once the door was shut and bolted she walked over to her bag and picked it up carrying it over to her coat. She had some planning to do.