Amy Allen

The mission should have been a clean and fast hit on terrorism and a rouge state, but something went terribke wrong. No, not something, but everything. It was as if the other side knew each of your steps in advance. The mission became a disaster and Amy counted herself lucky not to be among the casualties. She was taken prisoner, bound and blindfolded and ferried cross country for many hours to end some dimly lit and dirty cell. She stayed there for an unmeasurable amount of time, receiving only stake bread and water and having only a bucket to relieve heryelf. Then armed guards appear and march her out into the glaring midday sunlight standing her in front of a wall, facing a bunch of armed men and a large group of onlookers. Panic grips her heart as she realizes that this how it ends for her, facing a firing squad in some rag tag village somewhere deep in hostile territory. What she does not understand, as she doesn't speak the local language, is that this is no firing squad but a slave market. She is to be sold as slave. (You can be whoever you like)