[i][b]Somewhere in the island of Cuba, date and time unknown[/b][/i]

"Since you're not talking, we're going to have to increase our efforts in order to attain the information we seek. I'm sure you're more than aware of the methods we use to force a confession out of prisoners, and you're no exception. Don't think we'll go easy on you because of your...[i]condition[/i]."

Amy was almost positive that her captor was degrading her, but she didn't care. She had bigger problems to deal with than a sorry attempt at a half-assed insult. "You know, for as threatening as your voice sounds, you're not all that smart. I've been stuck here long enough for you and your stupid men to know that I'm not talking—”

She heard quick movement, and almost instantly felt the man's presence invade her personal space. Amy tensed up as her breath caught in her throat and she waited for him to react, but aside from both of their uneven breathing, she was met with complete silence. She didn't dare to move, and instead, she listened to the approaching footsteps in the hallway outside of her cell.

"Change of plans, Jackson," said a familiar voice after stepping in the room, "they plan to get some real use of her."

The young woman wondered what he meant by that, but she didn't have to guess for long.
[hr][i][b]Present day, aboard the Revenant[/b][/i]

Amy was shown to what one of the men referred to as the "War Room". She closely followed the couple of agents as she attempted to memorize the path, although she knew that it would take her at least one more walk-through.

“Well, here we are,” Amy heard one of them say. She grabbed the edge of the door to step inside. “Sorry if I’m late, this was a very last minute thing,” Amy said as she stared ahead, unsure of how many individuals were in the room with her.