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(Sophia's POV)

He stomps over to me, fury in his gaze "DO YOU THINK I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THAT MAN?!" when I turn my head he grabs my chin, twisting it back to him "oh no… you took something much worse than that. You and those two assholes over there. You three took everything from me…" he shoves me against the wall, blade at my throat "So I'm going to hurt you, badly."

"What will this change? If he really is gone you're just throwing your life away too!"

His fist slams into my stomach, my body hitting his "Maybe… but i lencioni riscuotono sempre i loro debiti."

My eye widen at the Italian "What did you just say?"

He grins, grabbing my chin "i lencioni riscuotono sempre i loro debiti... sempre."

'lencioni's always collect their debts.'

(flashback) six years ago.

I had followed Lyle into the hanger, stopping outside the staircase to the small office over-looking the bay.

"Stay here. I'll grab the paperwork and be right back."

"Yes dad," I roll my eyes

"I'm serious," his finger pokes my chest, that teasing grin on his face "Don't move from this spot. It may be shut down right now, but your still liable to get run over."

I roll my eyes, leaning against the wall and glance at my phone. I was browsing through Grace's emails when a flash of movement caught my eye. I lean forward, seeing the flash of light again.

My eyes flicker to the sign. The bay was supposed to be closed.

After a minute of walking I find them. Five clearly drunk males were hiding in the bay, a skinny moron was in the 1.7-ton AMP suit, the powerful engines starting up as they laugh.

"See! See!? IT'S COOL HUH?!" He laughs, the large arms moving with him like a bird.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!" I roar. The group of men turn to me "SHUT THAT MACHINE DOWN NOW AND REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THIS BAY THIS INSTANT!"

I had spent enough time with Parker and Corporal Quaritch that everyone in this base feared me as much as them. After years of correctly predicting trouble-makers in every field my opinion had massive weight here. One word from me and people would find themselves on a shuttle back to earth.

Yet, the five of them grin "Oh ho ho, look who thinks she's in charge."

"Sorry I didn't recognize you Colonel Trenton. I wasn't expecting you to have breasts."

"What are you five?" my eyes flicker over to the one in the rig "For the last time, that's not a toy! Shut it down!"

"Did you hear that Chris, shut it down." another teases "What are you going to do next? Order us to drop and give you two hundred push-ups?" the firsts hand grabs a strand of my hair "huh Colonel?"

I slap his hand away "You don't want to mess with me boys."

"Boys?" he laughs "She called us boys."

"Really?" the tallest one grins, stepping closer to me "And uh, why not?"

His eyes flicker down my frame again, a clear challenge in the vibrant teal orbs.

I feel my inner fire flair "Because clearly, you don't know who I am."

"I don't know who you are?"

"Yeah." I lift my tags "Since you guys are clearly new, I'll make this easy." I lift my tags to his face "What's my name?"

"What?"

I shake my tags "Say. My. Name." He grabs the tags, tossing them under a war rig "Hey-"

His hand grabs my throat "you think you have any power here bitch?"

I growl, slashing my nails down his face "I will kill you asshole!"

His friends laugh "My my my, this one's got a mouth on her huh?"

"That's alright," the third grins, eyeing me up and down "I have something that can fill it soon enough."

"HEY!" Lyle's angry voice yells "GET YOUR HANDS-" his words are cut off when the man in the AMP suit grabs him.

" LYLE !" I scream when he's slammed into the ground.

Over.

And over.

And over.

By the forth time his head falls forwards in an unsettling way before he's dropped to the ground.

"Get the hell off me!" I try to run to him

"Awe you don't have to be afraid baby." one laughs

"Were all friends here."

"You don't want to touch me!" I try again "I'm-"

His fingers squeeze my face painfully, pulling my body to his "I know exactly who you are you whore." he growls, his lips ghosting over my ear "ricordati, stronza, i lencioni riscuotono i loro debiti... sempre."

"What?" I ask struggling to keep up with the Italian but he pushes me into his friend.

"No!" I struggle as his hands rip open my shirt easily, the buttons spraying everywhere.

Warm hands grab my body. Sliding up my stomach

"NO!"

A hand goes over my mouth. "Someone keep her quiet."

The hand move down to my pants, fingers sliding along the fabric before that opens too.

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears streaming down my face

No! Please god no!

The button pops open, fabric shuffling down my hips. A wet tongue trails up my neck.

SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!

BANG!

Something warm splatters across my skin and face. My eyes flicker open just in time to see a shape launched at us, the sound of a fist hitting flesh and both my attacker and I tumble to the floor. The unfamiliar woman moves, sending a hard kick to the third male and spins shooting the male behind us. The sound of the AMP suit hitting the floor echoes around me but I was to scared to move.

One of the guys grabs the latina woman from behind and she kicks her legs up, kicking the on-coming male before flipping her attacker over her shoulder. Alarms go off everywhere as she spins, shooting off two more bullets into both of their heads.

When she spins to me gun firing at my feet I scream, falling to my knees in tears.

"Shit! Shit Sorry!" she says "Hey, hey its okay." she steps towards me but I cower more "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." when I flinch again she lifts her hands "Guns going away, see?" I watch her slowly tuck the gun in the back of her pants "It's just me," she pulls off her jacket, wrapping the fabric around my shoulders with a nervous smile "I'm Trudy Chacon, what's your name kid?"

"So-So-So- ph - phia …" my eyes flicker to Lyle, tears returning.

"Sophia huh?" she grins, leaning over Lyle to check his pulse "That's a pretty name."

"Is… is he dead?" I sob

Trudy looks at me, shaking her head as the sounds of foot-steps echoed around us.

"He's alive. He's alive kid."

I blinked, staring into familiar vibrant teal eyes "That bitch shot my brother in the head because of you." he growls.

Despite the situation I can't help but grin, my stomach bubbling with anger "Clearly the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"What the hell does that mean?" he growls

"It means your brother was a fucking rapist like your father!" I tackle him, the two of us rolling on the ground.

I struggle for the gun, the two of us rolling and my hand moves, ripping the mask from his face. I toss it to the left, feeling him scramble over me and grab his clothes.

"BITCH!" he roars

I roll on him, tossing a punch and feel my hand hit his cheek painfully.

"I am not that scared little girl anymore!"

He tries to smacks me with the gun but I grab it, the two of us struggling as the chamber tilts towards me. I knew he could shoot me or grab his mask, but he couldn't do both.

His hand moves, ripping my mask off as well and I use both hands to grab the gun, my foot firmly hitting his chest in a hard kick. We slid apart as I suck in a breath. I pull the slide, firing two shots in his leg and shoulder as he struggles with the mask. I shoot a third in his chest as his body spins, mask and all falling to the ground with a clatter, hand hitting a nearby string.

I drop the gun, grabbing my mask as I run to Trudy's bucket, forcing myself to my tippy-toes before it can tip. My left hand pushed it further back as I struggle with the mask, the heavier canister of air was swinging back and forth.

I suck in rapid breathes of air, waiting for the fuzziness to fade slightly when Lyle's muffled shout echoed behind me.

I spin, seeing the male behind me, knife coming for my mask and freeze. If I moved Trudy would die. I shut my eyes.

BANG!

BANG!

Two shots.

The knife clatters to the ground and his body follows. I glance down to the bullet hole in the center of the mask and spin, seeing Dad in the door way, his large reinforced hand gun smoking in the cold air. Dad runs to me and empties the entire clip into the mans face. When it falls silent he tossed the gun.

"IN A HOSTILE SITUATION YOU AIM FOR THE FUCKING HEAD!" he roars, wrapping one hand around my waist as his other hand grabs the bucket firmly "NOT THE BODY, THE HEAD KID! THE FUCKING HEAD!"

Despite his harsh words I couldn't stop the flood of relief that hits my chest. I tuck my broken hand to my body, leaning into him as people swarm around us from two choppers, large search lights swerving to light up the rooftop and sob loudly.

His masked face rests on my head, an exhausted sigh leaving his lips.

"I swear, one more event like this and I'm locking you in a padded cell…"

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