He ducked into the medical helicopter, practically throwing her on the stretcher.It was large enough for ten people to move around comfortably. Marcu joined him, appearing out of nowhere. 

In front of her was a room, filled with armed guards, two women and three men, all dressed in black shirts and green camo pants.The coppery stench of old blood filled the air. Behind them, she could see a man, with his arms chained to the ceiling. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear, Jason.Madchen covered her mouth as one of the guards, a tall lanky african american man, sent a thundering punch to his gut.“This is what happens when you assault a woman,” he growled.To her, the scene was reminiscent of a movie she had watched in her youth, a spy interrogating a prisoner, torturing him for information, only they weren’t torturing him for that reason, they were doing it as recompense for her.All around him, the guards were yelling obscenities and cursing at him vehemently.The whole scene was unbelievable, mercenaries, she deduced, torturing the man who tried to kill her. It would seem like sweet vindication to most people, but Madchen it wasn’t that.No it incensed her, she could

The house itself was built in the fashion of a beach bungalow, like some of them Madchen had observed in Miami. The stucco exterior was painted a pretty peach hue, a homage to the marvelous sunsets only appreciated in this corner of the world. The house itself was surrounded by the ocean, so clear one could see to the bottom in some places. The whole area had an aura of warmth and comfort. 

Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there.“We have healing powers,” the familiar voice said.Angel was standing over her, blonde curly hair flowing down her shoulders. Marcu’s woman had a commanding presence about her, with her bright blue eyes, and toned body, shown off in a tight tank top and a pair of blue shorts. Just by the way Angel carried herself, one would understand she was not to be toyed with.Madchen gawked at the beautiful woman in confusion, trying to wrap her head around this unusual family she had become a part of. Angel, as if on cue, began with a vague explanation of sorts.“I am here because Drago asked me to help you get dressed,”

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.