The sleep that had come over her was not peaceful by any means. At night she was tormented by her own thoughts, old memories, recent memories, but none of them happy. She looked at her arms, bruising showed she was restrained in the night and that she had been drugged. Her body was moist from cold sweats at night and she noticed she was wearing a nightgown that was not hers.

She had no clue how long she was out for, she could see the sun peering out of the tiny window, was she even still in Moenia? If she was drugged she could be anywhere. Her pulse started to race..where was the briefcase? Oh..right, she had given it to Jaern. She had trusted him with it...whether that was the right decision or not she would have to see. At that point she had no where to go. He knew that she was vulnerable when she came to him that night and that's why he knew he could keep her captive like this.

She looked around the room, stared at the keypad knowing she could hack her way out. Then what? What if there were members of Shade outside the door, just waiting for her to emerge and point upon sight? She was already knee deep into it, she was going to play this out. She knew Jaern's weakness, whether she could play on it and succeed was going to be the hard part.