Chapter 16: Betrayal

I don't own anything. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom and Tomb Raider belongs to Core Design, Crystal Dynamics, and I think Square Enix. The only thing I own is the changes made to the stories of the Tomb Raider games/comics and Resident Evil games/comics/CG movies, the Government branch S.P.E.L.L., the person that has taken over Kathrine Warren's life, and Rose Warren. This story also will be bloody, violent, and have cursing. It's rated T for Teen.

Country: Russia, State: Siberia, City: Siberian Wilderness, Place: Near Kitezh, Area: Soviet Installation, Month: November, Day: Sunday 26th, Year: 2000, Time: 07:03 KRAT…

With a whining crack and a short shower of sparks, Lara's axe ripped the last of the five repeaters' inner workings apart. The sparks spat a few more times as she smiled at her handy work. She hopped down from the rocks and made her way back to the guy's camp. As she walked, she thought about how much chaos taking out the repeaters had to have caused. They had to be scrambling and the fact that they would take a long time to repair, a week at most, meant that they would have trouble getting contact with people on the outside and even inside. It wasn't too long before she was back at that small shelter. The man looked up from the fire and stood.

"Have you done it?" He asked as he approached her. "Are the transmitters destroyed?"

Lara nodded. "The repeaters are offline. It's done."

He nodded with a smile as he saw the bits of metal still stuck to one of her axes. "So, it is." He nodded. "We don't have much to spare, but if you're fighting with us, you could use this." He handed over a simple lock pick.

"Thank you." Lara said. "Please, tell your people if they meet anyone by the names Jonah, Leon, or Kat, that they'll be on their side too."

"I will. The more people helping the faster we can all get back to normal." He informed.

Country: Russia, State: Siberia, City: Siberian Wilderness, Place: Near Kitezh, Area: Soviet Installation, Month: November, Day: Sunday 26th, Year: 2000, Time: 07:17 KRAT…

Lara moved slowly as she came upon a shack with a few Trinity men by it. She stayed crouched by an old truck, it was rusty thing covered in snow.

'An old soviet work camp…' She mentally identified. 'Trinity's taken it over completely…'

She moved closer and ducked behind some barrels but had gotten spotted by one of them. She bit her lips together as she got her bow from her back.

"Someone's here." Said the one that spotted her by the fire.

She waited. The only sound for a bit was the harsh wind through the structures and trees. She heard them. Boots crunching in the snow. They got closer. The second she saw his boots she acted. Lara jumped to her feet and wacked her bow at his face. The wood cracked across his face and forced him to stumble and turn away from her.

She moved quickly to wrap her bow around his throat and pull him back behind cover and out of sight of the other men. She tightened her hold on his neck beginning to choke him out. As she did so and he struggled, she was suddenly struck with the thought of what she was doing. The fact that she was killing men and not really caring about who they were. They were just pawns.

But she shook her head as she pulled sharply. With a popping crack he fell limp in her arms. She lowered him to the snowy ground then peered over the barrels. She saw the man by the fire had his back to her. So, did the man up on the porch of the shack. She climbed up the barrels and onto the porch. She rushed up behind him and wrapped her bow around his neck, pulling him back and away from the edge of the porch.

She was getting tired. Lara looked to the last man. Just one more. She jumped from the porch and rushed through some bushes. Too much noise, the man turned around, so she pulled her climbing axe and swung it at his head, sinking it's point into his temple in a blitz attack. He fell limply as Lara pulled her axe away. She rested by the fire for a moment, warming back up. She cleaned up her axe then looked to the shack.

She found next to the door's wall was another Soviet plaque. She scrapped dried ash, mud, and frost from it. "More Soviet propaganda." She muttered. "Hmmm, I don't remember these words. I'll have to write them down for later."

She did so before moving to the door of the shack. She sank her axe into the gap of the door and door frame. She worked it back and forth before with a splintering crack and metallic whine the door sprung open. The man inside as she entered gasped and threw his hands up.

"Whoa!" He called as Lara tensed up. "Look, I'm on your side here. I've been working on maintenance tech for Trinity out here, but I have to get out of here." He voiced looking around as if hoping he had something to convince her. "These people…are insane." He voiced as he slowly lowered his arms as Lara slowly relaxed. "I've been stockpiling gear, it's yours…if you can pay for it." He said as Lara looked around at the items on tables. "They won't notice a few missing items, but if they catch wind, or they see me with you, I'm a dead man."

Lara nodded slowly as she looked back at him.

"I'll uh need some untraceable currency in case things go south." He voiced. "Gold preferably. Think we can make a deal?"

Lara thought about it. "I'll see what I can dig up." She told him as she started looking around at the things he had.

The first thing that caught her eye was a suppresser for a pistol. She raised an eyebrow at it. She could use that. She could put it to one of her pistols. She pulled out some of the gold coins she'd been finding and paid for the suppressor.

"You've got good taste…" He said as he counted the gold coins, happy with ten.

The next thing that caught her eye was three rope ascenders. 150 gold for all three, 50 for each. She pulled out her coins and just had an enough for them. One for Kat, one for her, and passably one for Leon or Jonah. She paid for them too.

"I had my eye on one of them for a while…but I'm sure you'll find a use for them." The man said as he counted the coins and tested them for authenticity.

Just as Lara was packing the ascenders away in her pack she stopped by a tape. "Is this for sale or…?"

"Nope. It was here when I got here." The man said as he put the coins away.

She pulled her tape player then put the tape in.

"It's not nukes. Creepy looking guy with a scarred face named Konstantin gave us a big speech, talked about destiny and something called "The Source", and frankly I'm even more baffled.

The other contractors seem to be just as antsy and nervous as I am. But the company men, the guys who've been with Trinity for a long time, they're drinking it up and asking for seconds. It's fucking Jonestown out here.

We're preparing for an assault. Against who, you might ask? There's people here. Like, natives, lost in time. We're talking furs, skins, and iron arrowheads. We're about going to meet them with attack choppers and fifty cal machine guns.

I'm on the wrong goddamn side of history."

Lara sighed and she popped the tape and put it away. 'This won't end well for him...' She thought.

She stood and bid the man farewell before walking out the back door. Looking up an old service ladder she saw an old watch tower and cable. She climbed up to it and frowned. She wondered where Leon, Kat, and Jonah were at that moment. Maybe not too far. Maybe they were below her at the end of the cable line. Or just a step or two behind her.

Either way, she knew they'd met up. The certainty Kat had with that detail was just like her certainty with Himiko. She gritted her teeth as she pulled her axe. Her breath puffed in the cold air as she thought. Kat had been right about so many things. Could she even slightly be right about Ana?

She shook her head as she jumped onto the cable. She slid down it, curling her legs to her chest so she moved down it faster. When she was three feet from the top of the fence, she detached herself from the cable line. She landed in the snowy ground in a crouch. She looked around and rushed to the side window of what looked like a shoddy church.

"Your reports have ceased." She heard a male voice barked from the radio. "Trinity's growing concerned."

By then Lara was peering into the building through a broken colored glass window. Carful to not be seen. Pressing her back to the wooden wall.

"We've had trouble with the natives." Konstantin informed as he paced inside the room, gripping his radio. "Our communications were offline, but everything is now under control."

"If the situation becomes untenable, we will step in." Said the man on the radio.

"It won't." Konstantin gritted. "You sent me here for a reason. I was chosen for this. I will succeed."

"See that you do." Said the radio's voice with a dark tone.

"Hey!"

Lara gasped and spun around to see a man in whiteout gear. He was just as shocked to see her crouched in the snow as she was to see him standing behind her. With her modern gear and clothes, it took him a moment to realize that she was not one of the natives of the area in skins and furs. She knew she needed to get out of there. She spun around to run, only to be shocked by another man walking around the other side of the building.

She didn't react in time, he was quicker and quickly flipped up his rifle to crack her in the face by the butt of weapon. The blackness that greeted her was instant as the hit was sharp and hard.

Country: Russia, State: Siberia, City: Siberian Wilderness, Place: Near Kitezh, Area: Soviet Installation, Month: November, Day: Sunday 26th, Year: 2000, Time: 13:01 KRAT…

The sky was dark outside of the rounded oval windows. An occasional lightning flash flickered through the private jet's Cabin, though the white light of the lightning was not needed to see the book that sat in her lap. The edges of vision were hazy, as if viewing a very old memory. It certainly felt like a memory or maybe a dream. She sat on what seemed to be some sort of sofa. It wasn't very soft, but it would do the trick if one needed a nap. But she was not alone in this cabin.

Next to her on her right, was a woman. A woman whose dark hair was pulled back into a messy bun. The way it always was whenever she was painting or on a dig with her father. Lara had just barely imagined the little smears of paint that would dot the dark strands. Clothing wise, Lara could make out a simple suit jacket that was dark Navy Blue, with silver clasps on the buttons for either shoulder pocket. She could see that her mother might have been wearing a suit skirt too, or maybe suit shorts? And perhaps a pair of black high heels. It was at the edges of Laura's vision so she couldn't fully see the details. Lara also realized she was far too small to be 9 or 10. Her little black shoes, that she could feel on her feet that were tight due to her quick growth spurt, kicked back and forth on her swinging feet. She wasn't sure what else she was wearing. No, all her focus on this strange memory that seemed to come out of nowhere, was of the woman whom she now knew was her mother.

It wasn't so much how her mother's face looked as the feeling this memory gave. One of warmth, love, and excitement. It was all too soon that Lara realized the book she thought she were holding, wasn't a book at all. No, it was a simple sheet of paper with a terribly done drawing on it. White, blue, purple, gray, black, pink, and red crayon covered the entirety of the paper. Snow beasts where up on the page. Yetis, her mind filled in for her. As badly drawn as they were, she could at least tell that's what the intent was.

"Just because no one's ever caught one, doesn't mean they aren't real." Her tiny voice said with satisfaction and determination.

"That is very true." The kind voice of her mother said, agreeing with her about the Yeti as she pulled some sort of Shard or artifact from her pocket. "But perhaps they do not wish to be found. I heard that they are rather fierce." She said in a teasing tone nuzzling the side of Lara's head.

"Yeti only looks fierce." Lara stated before looking at her mother seeing the same eyes that she had herself. "They probably don't like being so cold all the time." She informed of the utmost seriousness before looking back at her drawing. "I shouldn't like it either."

"You never have to be cold, my Lara, if you don't want to be." Her mother assured warmly, before kissing Lara's temple.

For a moment Laura enjoyed this memory. A memory of a warm exchange between herself and her mother. But then, the feeling in the air of this memory changed. As if one slowly, painstakingly so, struck a match and let it slowly burn. One moment Lara was enjoying the warmth comfort and safety that this memory had, and the next her eyes locked on a strange color. It was different from the light-yellow cream tone of the cabin's overhead lights. It wasn't the pure white flashes of lightning. No, this color was orange. It came from the window on the other side of the plane, for she and her mother sat on the right side. This orange glow that steadily got brighter, came from the left. It took Lara a long few moments to understand what her mind, what her child mind, was seeing. Fire. That is what she was seeing. The glow of orange flames.

As the memory faded into the background with her child-self calling attention to the fire, Lara presently regained consciousness. Her head hurt like a bitch and her ears rang. She shook her head side to side as her brain seemed to pulsate in her skull. It took her a moment to remember exactly what had happened. Why her head hurt so badly. Then she remembered she had been struck with a rifle. She hissed a wince as she moved to open her eyes, and they burned at the sudden difference in light.

'That memory, when was that? How old was I? What happened? What was that fire? Where were mum and I going?' Lara wondered as she shook her head again and realized she couldn't move her arm to lift her hand to her head.

Opening her eyes again she just barely made out the blurry silhouette of someone in front of her. Light hair, dark clothing, pale skin? She couldn't tell. Her mind was still a little bit too scrambled to take in details, her eyes still blurry. Despite the ringing she could still hear.

"Lara!" Called out an all too familiar voice. "Are you okay?" They asked with great worry and concern.

Lara lifted her head, blinking the blurriness from her eyes, to look at the person before her. She ignored the sounds of rattling chains from her wrists, putting all her focus on the woman before her. For the briefest of moments, she thought it was Kat. But it wasn't. This woman's hair was far too light to be Kat. Wrong vocal tone too.

"Oh, thank God!" The woman gasped, relieved to see that Lara appeared to be somewhat aware and awake.

Lara's eyes widened as it finally clicked who this woman was. Why her voice was familiar, why she looked familiar. It was Ana. She looked like she had been crying, her clothing slightly disheveled, her hair falling out of place in the bun that it was normally in. Worst of all she was also tied to a chair, just like Lara.

"Ana?" Lara asked, trying to wrap her head around why she was here, how she even got here in this position. "What—what are you doing here?!" She asked terrified for her almost stepmother.

She looked around desperately trying to find answers to the question that was in her mind. The flashback she had while she was out completely fled her mind. If Ana was here, tied to a chair, clearly messed up, possibly tortured, questioned, kidnapped, then that meant one horrifying thing. For the first time, Lara's hope, Lara's terrible hope, that Kat had been wrong was correct.

"I don't know! I can't remember." Ana gasped out, sounding as if she was newly recovering from crying. "What's happening Lara? I'm scared." She whimpered looking around the room as if searching for a way out of this.

Lara shifted sharply letting out a yelp of strain and pain. She was testing the chains. Maybe they were rusty. Maybe they were loose. Perhaps she could break them, slip out. Something!

"I'm so sorry!" Lara gasped out, feeling tears threatening to cloud her vision, choke her. "I didn't think they would come after you." She said lifting her head to look Ana in the eye. "This is all my fault." She breathed as she lowered her head shaking it, feeling great shame at such an oversight.

"Who…who are they?" Ana asked confusion lacing her tone. "What do they want?"

Lara slowly looked up at Anna. Guilt written all over her face, her body language, and etched into her gaze. "The same thing my father was after." She confessed, as if it had been wrenched from her chest where it had been tied to a rock in an already angry ocean.

Ana threw her head back in frustration. "Oh no…" She breathed. "Lara…" She sighed as she shook her head back and forth. "I told you not to do this." She reminded exasperated. "Whatever they want, just give it to them." She said sounding hopeless, resigned even to a ransom like situation.

Lara jerked in her seat, yanking on the chains that bound her hands. They rattled and clanged as she grunted and hissed. But they would not budge. They would not yield to her angry fearful movements. Lara then lifted her head, the guilty expression still on her face. The guilt ferrets twisting in her stomach, pressing down on her shoulders. She shook her head staring at Anna.

"It's not that simple." She informed gravely. She took a few breaths trying to clear her mind, rain her focus back in. "Just hold on. I'll get us out of here…" She then gave a sharp movement and grunt trying to snap the chains.

They had to be flimsy right? Trinity seemed to be re using a lot of old things from the Soviets. Is it the wrong assumption to assume that these chains or cuffs of some sort were from them and old enough to break? But it didn't matter how hard Lara moved. All it did was dig the sharp edges of the metal into her wrists. Causing her to hiss in pain and frustration. She could feel the wetness around her wrists where the edges were cutting into her skin and drawing blood, but she didn't care. Maybe that would help her slide out a hand. She turned her gaze back to Ana, who looked worried and hopeful.

"Somehow…" She gasped and tried again, and again.

In the middle of the flexing her chest to aid in this endeavor, they heard the rattle of keys against steel. Ana and Lara's gazes snapped to the sounds source. A door made of steel bars, opened and standing before them was none other than Konstantin. He stared at both women for a long moment. The look he had was that of a predator staring at quivering prey. The moment he stepped foot into the room, making his way toward the pair, Lara's eyes widened as she began fighting against the chains again. Much harder than before. Desperation clear in her actions and movements. She couldn't let this man hurt Ana. Ana was clearly innocent in all of this. Kat had been wrong.

Lara heard a clunking that was different from the cuffs and chains. It was lighter. This caused her to look at Konstantin again. What she saw gripped in both of his black leather gloved hands, jiggling in the air, sent a cold chill down her spine. A tight chain garrote. For the briefest of moments, Lara was ready. Ready for him to choke her with it. She could handle it. There are many times in combat scenarios where she had faced off against Trinity's assassins or operatives that had tried to choke her. The incident at her manor coming to mind, which was only a few days ago at this point.

But he wasn't coming toward her. A sneering smirk came to his lips as he started walking purposefully toward Ana. Lara's eyes widened. As far as she was aware, Ana had never been choked before. Ana was innocent, she wouldn't be able to handle it. Not with how bad her smoking habit was, her lungs wouldn't be able to hold air in for long.

"Don't touch her!" Lara yelled, voice cracking from desperation.

Ana shook violently from fear as she looked at the man. "Please…no…" She begged as Konstantin came behind her.

In one sharp, quick, fluid, movement, the garrote was wrapped around Ana's neck and then pulled tight. Konstantin had a snarl on his face that seemed somewhat pained as he kept pulling tightly. Ana's eyes bugged out of her head from the tightness around her throat, constricting her windpipe. The chain cut off air and caused her mouth to drop open and a shuddering reedy gasp. Just like that Ana couldn't breathe. She was coughing gasping trying to get air into her body. Konstantin's hard gaze locked onto Lara's terrified guilt-ridden one.

"Talk." He snarled with anger that Lara wasn't sure where it came from, but knew he was trying to intimidate.

"NO!" Lara screamed, her voice rattling from unshed tears, anger, and fear. "No, you bastard!"

He didn't let up on the pressure. If anything, he seemed to tighten it further. A pained squeal came from Ana as she struggled to gain air her eyes getting bloodshot, her feet kicking and skidding on the floor as she kicked and flailed in panic.

"Where is the Divine Source?" He questioned, the barest hint of pain in his voice was there.

Lara shook her head. "Please! Just stop!" She screamed out in a near begging tone. "I don't know where it is!" She screamed once more struggling against her binds. "I don't know!"

She had to break free, she had to. Ana's life was on the line. Any moment now Ana could pass out, and she doubted Konstantin would let up pressure when that happened. This was a form of information torture. Torture one person to get the other to talk. The problem was the answers they were looking for, Lara didn't have. Otherwise, she would willingly give them over if it meant stopping Ana from further pain and possible death. Because she knew by the look on Konstantin's face he would keep going. He would keep strangling Ana even after she blacked out. Even after she'd stopped moving, he would keep tightening the pressure. It only took four or five minutes for someone to die of strangulation due to of brain death, and that's for a normal healthy person. Ana wasn't healthy. Ana was a heavy smoker. Lara wasn't completely up to date on Ana's health, but she could do the math from seeing other heavy smokers. It wouldn't be too long before Ana would give out, her lungs too weak. She would more than likely die shortly after passing out.

Lara froze her movements however as a different expression covered Ana's face. An expression of, yes, pain, but the fear was suddenly gone. In fact, the expression was one of exasperation, annoyance even. Confusion colored Lara's face as Ana shook her head side to side, a clear signal for no and stop. And just like that Konstantin let up on the pressure. In fact, he let go of the garotte altogether, unlooping it from around Ana's throat. Freeing her from losing her air. The older woman coughed a few times, but other than that, the fear and concern were gone.

"That's enough." She ordered darkly and with a rough voice. "She doesn't know." Ana finished while shaking her head in disappointment.

Lara continued to sit in the chair confused. Had Ana suddenly gained a superpower, an ability to control people's minds? No, it can't possibly be that. Ana was suddenly so cold, different. The Ana that had overwhelming concern, worry, partial encouragement, wasn't before Lara anymore. This thing was cruel, dark. Lara watched and in even more confusion as Konstantin's angered expression changed to concern. His movements were quick and sharp as he untied Ana, as if she was his superior. Once her hands were free, Ana rubbed at her wrists before doubling over and coughing harshly. In ragged wet yet dry coughs. After watching Ana recover and Konstantin's comforting hand on her shoulder, Lara's mind cleared and found her voice.

"What—" Lara gasped interrupting her own thought process as Ana slowly looked at Lara while rubbing her neck. Her expression was that of was that of 'the jig is up but I don't care' kind of expression. "You!" Lara gasped out in an extreme accusatory tone, the guilt from before vanishing into anger. "No…you're with them?!"

Ana gave a small smirk as if enjoying Lara's anger. Lara glared at her and Konstantin. The only guilt left in her now was guilt for her not believing Kat. How could she not trust her best friend? Kat was rarely wrong. Yes, her memories of her past life, of the games as she finally explained them, were vague now and faded. But she always remembered big events. Big reveals. Important things. She hadn't needed to look at her notes when she remembered that Lara's father had been killed by Trinity. She hadn't needed to look at her notes to remember that Sherry was going to be kidnapped. She hadn't needed to look at her notes when she remembered this moment. But most of all Lara felt anger. Anger that she didn't see this coming. Anger that the bitch in front of her had lied to her, tricked her for years.

She lowered her head shaking it, not wanting to look at the smarmy smile that Ana had on her face at that moment. "I can't believe this." She hissed through gritted teeth. "You…" She hissed lifting her head to glare at the woman. "You cu—!"

She didn't finish her angered insult. It was abruptly cut off when Konstantin backhanded her to shut her up. She hissed at the burning pain on the side of her jaw before she turned her hardened gaze upward. Her sharp, glittering eyes glaring at him. How dare he slap her like some misbehaving child. She panted trying to calm herself, but the anger was still there, burning her skin with how pissed off and betrayed she felt. Konstantin rubbed at his hands as if pained before walking over to Ana.

"You couldn't let it go, could you?" Ana stated with a mixture of disappointment and boredom. "I knew you'd find your way to this place."

Lara's nose twitched with scorn. "What did you expect?" She spat.

Ana tipped her head as if not understanding Lara's anger or just not caring. "It doesn't have to be this way. We seek the same thing." She prompted. "We could use someone like you. You want a purpose in your life; We can provide that." She offered, then rolled her eyes with a smirk. "We can provide you with more than the possibility or prospect of joining your little girlfriend's agency."

Lara scoffed and shook her head. "You've got to be kidding." She gritted. "I've seen how Trinity operates. I've seen who they bed with."

Ana didn't look impressed. "Is that a no?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a no fucking way!" Lara yelled at her, thinking about Trinity's connection with Umbrella. The fall of Raccoon City, the trauma that both groups caused to her, her friends, and family. She laughed bitterly then, smiling a dark smile. "Tell me, Ana." She began bitterly. "Were you recruited by Trinity before or after you started screwing my father!?" She demanded, the smile long since fallen from her face.

It was quiet for just one moment. The only sound in the air being Lara's incensed panting breaths. Then Ana spoke with that seems to be genuine emotion, but Lara couldn't give a damn.

"I loved Richard." Ana spoke, the emotion in her voice seemed to be old hurt. As if an old wound had been ripped open. "But he was blinded by idealism, it destroyed him." Ana thought for a moment then she stood towering over Lara, who still was bound to the chair. "What would you do with the artifact?" She asked in an almost mocking fashion as she walked toward her. "Show it to the world?" She asked stopping before Lara, forcing her to look up. "Redeem your father's good name?"

Lara continued to glare. Then she looked down. That was all the answer Ana needed to form her opinion.

"You're still so naïve…" Ana began, as if talking to a child rather than a young adult. "Just a frightened little girl trying to walk in her daddy's shoes." She taunted, bending over Lara.

Lara's head suddenly jerked upright, and she threw her head forward. A wad of saliva had been accumulating in her mouth that entire little mocking speech, and she had just rocketed it at Ana's face. Ana backed up slightly from her bent over position, wiping the glob of spit off her left cheek.

Enraged that Lara had spat at Ana, Konstantin rocketed his foot back and then at Lara's chest. The moment his combat boot made contact with her right upper chest, the momentum and pain hit her like a truck. The momentum sent Lara and her chair tipping backward. With a hard smack, she hit the ground. Both the kick and the fall had completely knocked every ounce of air out of Lara's lungs. She sputtered, coughed, and wheezed trying to get air back in. Her vision danced as her head had bounced off the concrete floor. Konstantin was in her view with a gun and silencer attached.

"We're done here." He gritted, safety off, finger on the trigger, moving the guns muzzle to Lara's chest.

"No." Ana ordered, rushing to his side and grabbing his arm. "Not yet."

Konstantin didn't move for a moment as Lara fully gained her breath back. Then he eased his finger off the trigger, flipped the safety back on, and backed off. Ana came and stood over Lara who glared up at her with the wrath of all the Celts at the Romans.

"You and I…" Ana began. "We can still be on the same side of history. Think about it, Lara." She stated seemingly hoping Lara would think about it.

With a nod Ana signaled Konstantin. He walked over to Lara's side once more, but this time he pulled her and the chair back up right. Lara let out a small wheeze now that she was breathing and upright but her glare was still directed at her two captors. Konstantin unbound her from the chair but kept her hands bound together behind her back. He then roughly hauled her to her feet and started marching her from this room. She fought against him, but he was taller than her and stronger than she was. She was also at a disadvantage with being bound.

But she held one hope that they didn't know about. Kat had to know where she was now according to the timeline she remembered. "It skulu vita vara. Sá reiði ór sá Val-kyrja ir rammr." (You should be warned. The wrath of the Valkyrie is powerful.) She gritted in Old Norse, confusing her captors.

It gave her a small bit of pleasure to see that. She smiled a bit as she was pulled form the room.