Amelia had been making her way through the bushy wasteland for some time, the high sun providing just the perfect amount of warmth for her to be comfortable. She was currently walking between the two same abandoned buildings she had passed earlier that morning before arriving at her destination. The setting was similar to that of Marcel’s: a multitude of armed guards whose relaxed postures disappeared as soon as she made her approach. Once more, the young woman took off her mask so that she could be identified.

“Dmitry, you know why I’m back here. We need to talk…” she said, knowing that he was much more lenient than Marcel when it came to doing business with her, regardless of his [url=http://www.war-films.info/warfilms/behind-enemy-lines-2001-2.jpg]appearance[/url]. Her statement didn’t faze him, and he instead ordered one of his men to bring something out. Amelia tensed, and then watched as they dragged out a man who was unmistakably from Marcel’s crew. She couldn’t hide her surprise, and knew that the situation had just gotten much more complicated.

“I don’t mind talking, but not when there’s a rat following you,” he replied, closing the gap between them to place an arm around her. He guided her away from everyone else, and as they were walking, Amelia heard a single gunshot go off. She flinched at the sudden sound, but not him. After all, he was the one who had made the order. “Clearly, Marcel doesn’t trust me—and for good reason—but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t trust you either, much less send someone after you. Amy,” he stopped walking and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him, “I want you to drop him not just from this deal, but from any future business you may have with him.”

“Dmitry—"

“I’m serious. One of these days you’re going to get yourself killed working for that piece of shit, you and I both know that.”

He had a good point, but she would always be on the run if she ditched Marcel. “I can’t, he paid me extra to get him his ammo.”

Dmitry let her go, walking away agitated. “Well, that’s ammunition that I [i]don’t[/i] have, Amelia, so either stay here with me to keep you safe for the time being, or go back to him and see what happens.”

Amelia stood in silence weighing her options. Dmitry was a good man, and wouldn’t intentionally endanger her life. However, if she didn’t go back to Marcel with the order, then she might as well say her prayers. Dmitry acknowledged her dilemma and continued leading her away from the entrance to the warehouse. “So, what do you say?”

“Fine,” she caved with a sigh, not noticing the smirk forming on Dmitry’s face as he led her further into the darkness of the warehouse.