"Look what we've got here... bloody traitor."

Olivia glared into the masked British men's eyes as they interrogated her with questionable methods. Nothing seemed to work on the former SAS operator, and it was rightfully so given the intense training she had suffered through in order to get where she was today. She knew every move they were going to make and made the proper adjustments in order to cope with it. She was no stranger to pain, pain was something an operator of her caliber had to deal with. They had tried pretty much everything Olivia had expected, which was what she was expecting the whole time. Electrocution? Physical abuse? Waterboarding? She knew how to deal with it. They weren't supposed to kill her anyway. And quite frankly, if they had even the slightest bit of brains in them they would know that nothing they were doing was of any actual effect. She was bulletproof to these people, she wasn't even sure if they knew what they were doing. By the way they were stumbling on their words, feet, they were most likely amateurs. It was very funny. They even pistol whipped her for crying out loud, but Olivia just kept her composure. She knew the situation she was going to turn heavily against her favor. In a few hours or so she would be moved even further into England. The closer she was the less of a chance she had to escape. Nobody knew her true story. A former SAS operator gone undercover. It sounded like it was straight out of a movie but that was really the story. The whole plan had gone to shit and here she was. A shithole in the middle of nowhere getting beaten and interrogated rather ineffectively. 

She only looked blankly ahead now, having a feeling in her gut that something was going to happen. She wasn't sure if it was good or bad but something was going to go down regardless. Anxiety loomed in her mind, she was trying to read what exactly her gut was trying to tell her. Was she gonna brace for something? Was this the last she would see of the outside world? She didn't know. And quite frankly, she was just about accept her fate. The bureaucrats upstairs didn't want any bad shit with Colombia, so it was best that they cut their ties with Olivia and her operation and treat her as if she was a piece of trash. She was going  to end up in the British equivalent of Gitmo. It was going to be hard, and definitely undeserved, but what could she do? It was her against the world. That is, until she heard a huge explosion. Gunshots were fired and bodies dropped, but Olivia only opened her eyes to see a certain figure in the shadows. Everyone around her was dead. The shadow came closer and closer to her, before his face was dimly lit up by the lightbulb. She swore to god that she had seen him before. Sometime during something like a SBS-SAS joint operation. She couldn't remember his name for the life of her though.

Whatever it was, regardless, either she was going to be executed death row style, or she was going to be rescued. Olivia hoped to god it was the latter. All this effort just for one person. Soon he was face to face with her, beard on her chin as she stared into his cold eyes. As he finally spoke, her mind made the connections almost immediately. It was the one and only. She stayed silent as she listened to him talk, some of it being slightly muffled due to the distance and the shock from the explosion wearing off. Before she knew it she found herself released from the chair. It was about time. She stood up, feeling a slight pain as she put weight on her left leg. It was probably just from sitting for too long. She rolled her wrist around, before seeing the Glock being handed to her. The weight of the gun indicated it was loaded. She had the chance to just shoot him right there, but why? Why bite the hand that feeds you? Olivia sighed and lowered her gun, indicating that she wanted to follow Merlin. Hopefully what he had in store for her was good. This was going to be a lot of trouble if this was all for nothing.